A Salty Tear

A Salty Tear



Like a clown, this poem paints

on a happy face and goes serenely

about its day cooking, cleaning, caring.

All the while there is a small salty

tear waiting at the corner of its eye –

waiting to be released when

no one can see.




Dancing in the Dark

Dancing in the Dark


My friend, the moon, is hanging about

In the dark waiting for me to come outside

and dance with him. The wind is whistling a

waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the

grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.