Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Interstate bus
milk for her babe
back behind her blouse.

Crowded bus
the pink on her face
squeezing her doll’s shyness.

Just junk mail
knocking frost beads
from the tight wire fence.

Sudden storm
a tumble of rose leaves
down the crushed-brick path.

Taxi horn
in a moment she’ll turn
in the hall to leave.

Home alone
gluing mother’s vase
he says a little prayer.

Wolf whistles
faint rustles heard
from her nylon dress.

Home renovations
a child’s growth-marks
found in fading chalk.

Coffee break
reading a fashion magazine
the sculptor’s nude.

Through old mining towns
over a bridge where a stream
chatters with pebbles.