"Minimal
Poems"
It would
take a very small Vampire...
to find out
if a hummingbird's
blood
is sweet.
At the End
of Frustration
the Mob Demanded...
Give me a
wand–
There are things
in need of change
and the only avenue
left
is magic...
Crossing
Nevada
I-80, Lovelock to Winnemucca
Mid-July
Not many
boats
on the highway...
A Gentle
Start
A brush of the
lips,
not quite a kiss,
as she turns her face
to his shoulder,
wishes a good morning
and ask if he'd like
a cup of tea...
How I
Write Poems
From my work
window
I watched a yellow
butterfly
bounce around
the backyard,
finally landing
on a little pink flower
she planted
the year before.
Later that evening
I thanked her.
She wanted to know
for what?
I told her
it was between me
and a yellow butterfly.