Five Short Poems

Photo: Omar Willey. CC-BY 4.0

The Lake

An unnamed bird 
skims the surface.

You linger

as an afterthought.


The wind


You      drift

in  and   out

of my mind.


Outside, the sky
in so many shades 
of pink.

Here, a crow 
pecking at  

the unrelenting window.


The night devoid of stars,
a pale crescent 
hangs in a corner.
Down on the street below
a bitch moans
in childbirth.
My dreams charred
with a recurring fear
of something 

I don’t know.


the night thickens
around the bush,

not a footstep 
to be heard,

the snake 
slithers back

to the undergrowth.

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