Four Poems

I.

They painted our

old bungalow green

and the Song Hay Inn

is closed

Casbah still the same

except selling more clothes

II.

The forest dried up

the moon’s terrain

inside a lake

and still the quiet. 

III. 

We all find different ways to pray

some of us

walk in the shade

some of us 

round corners

constantly in search

of the sun. 

IV. 

The bird sounds

have triggered next

to a stairway to

the sky

and unfortunately

I’m having 

too good of a time.