poetry community – Page 11 – Thistle Thoughts

Middling

forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist

In which I answer some questions.

some things are timeless,
and some are dissolved memories

June’s come back
and she’s ready
to make us pay.

“Some Things A Lady Just Wears Well”

You’re a sandstorm

I ask the sky many questions
and the wind nods back

Check ’em out!

into a psychedelic pasture

A Handful of Haiku