today, a drum-skin sky,
taut from horizon to horizon sea
was simply graced
by an ornamental crescent moon
Category Archives: small poem
the times
difficult days-
the roadside fisherman hawks
yesterday’s catch
sea sound
sea sound
the gentle shushing
wave against the shore
my world contracts
and I
cocooned in salty silence
slide
into the sand
little mother
sitting
in a green chair
the little mother
marks time
in half hours
father’s day
father’s day –
another year passes
with no one to call.
a wakeful night 