Mom makes the bed

when mom makes the bed
she wallops all the monsters
super powers

Man-made Rain

splashing like children
even the old woodpecker
man-made rain

we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment

Image: TerriC–Pixabay

one small cloud
hooked on the new moon’s horn
why won’t it let go?

child on a swing
twirling herself dizzy
fallen leaves skitter by

time like a shadow
touches me in its passage
leaving so little

sculptors have been
in the pantry the cheese
all Swiss now