A Moving Poem

Flood of socks subdued.

Old shoes sent down the river.

Daily, boxes ebb.

(c) 2015 by Hannah Six

Photo: FEMA, courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Late Spring

Under billowing, flapping

clouds, summer,

the interloper, stalks—

  voyeur lingering 

  just a little 

  too long outside

  my windows   and I,

wary of commitment,

tiptoe to lace's 

edge and peer 

out watching

my watcher.

(c) 2015 by Hannah Six