Poem Category: Miscellaneous

home late
grabbing at my sleeve
the sharpest rose thorn.

in that moment
the well-water moon
shines back.

fizzing up the sand
toe to toe
the faintest surf.

The romances gone,
our surprise
in the book sale.

Morning star
the first light
becomes the blue.

Star crushed sky
walking it home
over our shoulders.

Lifting their praise
from the Sunday choir
the boy soprano.

With the stick
with the dog
with the river.

Bus stop seat
travel brochures opened
to some palm island palms.

The blonde’s pony tail
sweeps over her shoulders
exercise gym.