Poem Category: Miscellaneous

old motel sign–
no end to its flickers
on the single beds

first hint
of the orange dawn
a trill of bell birds

passing town–
the sticks and stones
of first rains

office rush
girls rat-haired
in the lunch-time rain

covered in white …
the melt beneath
passing under the bridge

the break into school
through demolition tape–
my old writing desk

no words for it…
such white roses with a dove
cooing in the last light

sweating hands
from a dark dream
no parts real

alone up-hill
a stray dog at heel
… while it pleases

greener pastures
a colt struggles
to Mum’s nipples