wiping sand
from the broken conch . . .
summer’s end
Author: Mark E. Brager
Mark E. Brager lives with his wife and son in Columbia, MD, just outside of Washington, DC, where he works as a public affairs executive. His poems have appeared in haijinx, Prune Juice, Haiku Pix Review, The Heron's Nest, Notes from the Gean, and DailyHaiku.
summer twilight
the sound of waves
turning inward
shrapnel scars
her fingers tracing
Orion
her scars
deeper than bone . . .
winter solstice
sheltering
against the dawn . . .
thistledown
hospice bed
each breath
a lifetime
all-night diner —
scrying my future
in a coffee cup
breaking the skin
of an overripe peach
harvest moon
summer’s end —
the secrets we wrote
in the sand
daybreak the cold edge of the bed
stone
by stone, the river
widens
winter roses —
trying to remember
trying to forget
shallow stream
we cross a bridge
of stars
