Short Poems O – Z


Darkened stoplights
Allow exercise
Of innate politeness
As one after another
Lets the other
Go before.



Drizzled on blossoms
Steaming fragrance to the air,
Cloying as your voice.



Trucks, weed-whackers, lawn-mowers
Are what I hear
On this island with no real roads
And acres of wild sanctuary.

Machine excretion nauseates
As the sound of metallic bees
Follows me.

USA Today

Ubiquitous U-
S-A Today rustles, dog-
Eared, stained, in soft rain.

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