Poem 1: Much Younger Men

I don't see how

Age matters in the end

Isn't it maturity

That makes all the difference?

If that's the case,

Then I'm not a cougar

Because everybody knows

I'm the least mature of all.

Poem 2: Treetops

Sunshine, warm and bright

Birdspecks lofting high

Wondrous is the sight

Of trees beneath the sky

Poem 3: Delicious Terror

This delicious terror

Welling up in me

Tastes of adrenaline

Of racing breath,

Pounding heart,

Fear of life-ending death;

Thrilling and perfect

Poem 4: Flicker

A flickering flame

Moved here and there by each breath

A candlelit night

Poem 5: Waitress

Clinking glasses

Hushed murmur of many voices

Fork there, spoon here, knife between

Don't stop moving, look busy

My job is fun