4 POEMS
6 Lines
Searching for simplicity
in the park
in December
the subtle variation
of a black layered sky
threatens rain –
November
In the first touch
of day light
false
with dark cloud
the empty
promise of rain
a view
scene with dispirited regularity
lines of torn black
windows
denuded parkland
& ragged trees
while drinking the last
of the coffee grounds
bitter
remains of morning.
Through the window
past the frost
thin branches
measure the sky
flicking a bug
off the coffee table
unable to describe
a perfect arc.