Three Poems

I'm doing a MOOC (Massive online open course) in poetry from the legendary University of Iowa. The first exercise, in 'sketching' taught by Robert Hass, led to these three small poems:

The words drop like minutes

rain in ever-expanding pools,

knit and purl the pavement’s verse.

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There is singing

inside of me. Small voices.

The pitter patter

of tiny fingers

                        leaving

wet handprints

on the glass.

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A box a boat a pirate’s nest

A bird a bee a seed.

A book a song a quilted bed

A kiss, then eyes at rest.