Category: Poetry
Third Street – August Poem #8
Standing on your back
porch, waiting.
Waiting for you to
come home. you
were going to take
me over to see an apartment.
Some dude practicing
bad sax in the corner apartment.
Winos
wandering around.
Where are you?
Response by Jane Covernton
Sax in call and response
with wine bottles
clinking in the alley.
I took a photo of you
standing, waiting.
I was doing chores
out making calls,
getting wine for later,
writing poems.
I missed you.
My Wedding Day – August Poem #7
A Persident Memory – August Poem #5
To: Arthur Tulee
My Yard – August Poem #4
Photograph 1956 – August Poem #3
Lunch – August Poem #2
Sun Shines – #1 Poem
