Poem Category: Miscellaneous

ant acid
how quickly
foes end

I turn the winch-
and the well-water pail
comes up dancing- jazz

on the horizon-
so large a moon
leaving the sea behind

her park
through crunches of white frost
the school girl- runs

red wheel barrow-
strawberries grown over
touching the earth

our bed-
through beams of sunlight
her plain hair- gleams

meteorites-
through our breathing air
the big bang’s- matter

bird songs-
at grandma’s window
the toddler’s mimic

up drafts-
I hold the hawk’s feather
where it entered the wind

butterflies-
where the fences meet
a spider- weaves