flea market~
every old watch
keeps its time
Author: Dana-Maria Onica
50, eye doctor. I'm "a thinking ant that climbs up the edge of the book." (Joe Salerno)
whispering grass ~
the scythe’s sound against
the stone
no more bread–
I’m a shovel in the hand
of winter
stone wall –
the spring wind fills
all the cracks
in mid-air
his coin catches
the last sunbeam
moonless night –
here and there
cats’ eyes