Hooked

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

Dizzy

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

she told him so often
take it easy on that curve
the wail of sirens

the miner’s tin perk
cheering body and soul
a gold standard

in the twilight
Grandma folds her tired hands
one last time

tiny yellow banners
flung up across our lawn
hostile takeover

fly in the window
its constant buzz sawing
at my sanity

crosses by the road
three souls have left
their bodies behind