Category: Poetry

I spend hours in parks, on playgroundsplaces where children hang out                MacDonald’s,...

One baby holding her leg,one baby riding her hip,one toddler squeezing the kitten,one toddler...

When the tide is low A petting zoo of sorts appears But I’m too lost in a cavalcade of...

As the leaves fall from the maple trees, the day is now passing.    Black clouds speak of dismay....