Author: Anthony Slauson

between stars
and lightning bugs,
a quiet conversation

resetting the mousetrap,
after she goes out to play

sun shower
washing away
chalk hearts

with a broken snowball
she mends
the snowman’s cheek

sunday morning
the broken mailbox
filling with snow

shadow of the moon
the same color
as the marble’s

warm summer wind
butterflies
tracing hieroglyphs

bull thistle sun-
a goldfinch,
with assorted bees-

star crushed sky

silver rain—
making the violets
more violet…

on the Indian mound
a collection
of tire grooves

over the brown field
a frisbee barely missing
the airplane