Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Wet long-weekend
only the smallest stones dry
Tuesday morning.

Park bench
under a cicada
One of us listens, one of us.

Swooping hawk
the mother cat’s
pink hiss.

Un-blessed wines
how the cabernet lingers
with the priest.

School days
until the trot home
on my old grey mare.

Office meeting
berated by her boss
with a pimple on his nose.

Express train
the steel bridge shaking
its rattles out.

Bees buzz the flowers
before I can call out
the child steps back.

Icicles drip
but the verandah
is bathed in a cold moon.

Ocean road highway
stretched to the horizon
the long scent of summer.