Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Loneliness
The moon departs
with the lake’s shine.

Summer garden
about a dozen glow worms
being the light.

Friday night is stormy
yet in our seance
the taps paint another world.

Novice nun
confessing
her sins have run out.

Unopened
next to your letter
a butterfly on the table.

Startling a jump
out of the cricket
the Temple gongs.

Un-aware
the sky brushes the lake
until the pelican leaves.

Between boulders
the canoeist bails
some rapids out.

Bathroom mist
after you
unsafe talcum across the tiles.

Barn doors
squeezing daggers
of moonlight.