Poetry

Paper Thing Pink Morning Glories

by

Michael Estabrook

In my wife's garden
darkening at dusk
bats flit soundlessly
above azaleas and forsythias.
While in the shadows below,
in the final moments of twilight,
paper-thin pink
morning glories glow.

In Her Bedroom Window

by

Michael Estabrook

under an empty moon,
I walked the three miles
to my girlfriend’s house,
hid in the bushes
in her back yard,
stared up at her room
waiting, hoping,
for a mere glimpse
of her sweet, pure white form
up in her bedroom window