Enthusiasm without a plan
is sections of wooden slats
erected haphazardly
through the yard,
resting against
vague hopes
of becoming a fence,
of joining hands
through trees
and the neighbour’s
swimming pool,
a winding noose
to suffocate spare time,
a windmill to fight
until you sell the house.
For Ken Tomaro
Moonlight and Shadows
The moon is a
narcotic,
a dose of dreams,
we stagger under its
weight,
resting only in
shadows
of trees and walls.
At precisely the time
the world ends,
my attention
wanders
to the brick of light
through the window
chasing deadbeat
shadows and blank
spaces.
Stranger
I see you on the
platform,
your face a shadow
underneath your hat.
You leave the train
car
at my station.
When I turn,
you disappear from
sight.
I hear your
footsteps
echo mine
down dusky roads.
I spin around,
no one behind.
Alone at home,
I hear your voice,
a whisper rising
from the cracks
between the
floorboards.
You chill the room,
replacing summer heat.
Nolcha Fox - Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s
Kitchen, and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats” and “The
Big Unda” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for
Kiss My Poetry. Accidental interviewer.
Website: https://bit.ly/3bT9tYu
“My Father’s Ghost
Hates Cats” https://amzn.to/3uEKAqa
“The Big Unda” https://amzn.to/3IxmJhY
Twitter: @NolchaF
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