RON TORRENCE - POEMS

a brief visit
​

​ 
big black cricket
perched
ferociously
my carpet
 
summer seranader
fireflies
lighting the night
 
refugee
falls frigid attacks
 
 
it leaps heroically
this way
that
evading
my reach
 
 
darkening days
 
there it is
 
green
 
feeble
 
still too quick
 
 
snow fall
 
there
 
by the wall
 
brown
 
brittle
 
disintegrating
 
my
 
hand

 

​a horizon too far
 

​hovering
sun
sprinkles
diamonds
across the sea
 
what blind
can not
see
 
what lame
can not
reach
 
what sociopaths
 
can not
 
feel