Recently published poem written on the streets of Shanghai
SHANGHAI BICYCLE STREETS
Soaring low, gliding slow
beneath their flowing hats,
they float into my thoughts
as they billow along.
Sunlight through summer dresses;
Shadowy curves along the Read more
This is for Sheryl…
Daughters turn into women while your head is turned.
They go from slight tiptoe dancer
to thoughtful speakers of a new language
leaving you stunned by their chosen perfume.
Daughters turn into Read more
