Poems

Poem

Here's my hat.
It holds my head,
The thoughts I've had
and the things I've read.

Poem

In the line you hear a chatter.
Up and down a clatter, clatter.
Noisy schoolgirls scream and shout,
pushing in and pushing out.

Poem

Hand on the bridge
feel the rhythm of the train.

Hand on the window
feel the rhythm of the rain.

Hand on your throat
feel the rhythm of your talk.

Poem

Don't be dim! teased the lamp.
I can keep the dark away.
My 60 watt bulb's not afraid.
You'll see – I'll make your day.