Four Short Poems

September

Swaying in the breeze
a shoal of pufferfish
halfway up a chestnut tree.

 
A Bitter Taste

She liked him too much
and soon forgot the betrayal
between the smell
of freshly ground coffee
and its tastes.

Love’s Hyponyms

She told me that being in love
and asking what it means,
is like picking up a dictionary
and looking up ‘dictionary'.

Limitations

Sometimes my life
feels like a pirate copy,
where I can see the edges
of someone else's screen.

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Tristan Moss would be pleased to hear them.