Three recent poems

Wednesday, 8:00AM

I feel about to be obliterated
By the heavy hell inside my heart

Clenching and convulsing,
I need to drain away the burning dose of anxiety

And fill it again with my best spirits
So I can share them full and free

Storm on Sunday

Lighting strikes near
Big drops fall in a frenzy
Ice-as big as the tip of your pinky-clatters down
Then it passes, leaving just a wispy mist

Beautiful Day

it’s a beautiful day in Boston today
The Charles is so blue
the Esplanade so green
the sky so clear