Thursday, July 10, 2008

back porch, 1am

a beetle bugs me
in his place on the deck

and it is his place
though I sit bothered by his presence

and maybe he by mine

2 comments:

Scot said...

like this

Ayesha said...

Mmmm..

Your poems have, for me, a very very raw-but-beautiful human quality to them..

I wouldn't change a single syllable...