Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Wine festival
a few of the tourists
learning when to spit.

Fire side
the corn popping
its little surprises.

Showers return
hosiery on her line
crosses its legs.

Cathedral bells
their sounds so urgent
the cicadas will wait.

Soprano
how vital the applause
should choke.

First light
the Gum trees measuring
one inch- two inch- three inch four.

In today’s picked flowers
a thorn
has found my blood.

Road curb
the old man squints
before his dash.

Dance class
then the Latin rhythms in
our long walk home.

Late night drinks
her flicking red hair
at his jealousy.