Sunday, August 9, 2009

A few new, short poems for August

Cinquain
With Dad's
old tools, I wrest
squeaky nails, rusty screws
that held massive rods for ancient
curtains.

Shortie
On Seeing a U-Haul Trailer in the Funeral Home Parking Lot
her final service
son's U-Haul packed with her things
ready to take off

Haiku
opening the screen
both the cat
and the fly exit

Haiku
thunderstorm brews
early morning looking
like late evening

Haiku
rescheduled
ice cream social
rained out yet again

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