Friday Poem

Small Poems

1.
Silent morning garden,
sudden crash.
No explanation
in the quiet leaves.
One flower nods:
I heard it too.

2.
morning walk
another X
shining in my path
beautiful slime
of slug’s passing

3.
Summer dawn again
twenty years and more are gone
all of a sudden

4.
caught on roof edge
raindrops catch light
each a perfect world
before it falls

5.
me and the begonia
lit from within, lit without
caught in a net of light

6.
White shines high in a tree—
sudden flowers of a climbing vine,
their fragrance not meant for me

by Johanna Jordan
from Small Poems

 

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