Tonight
Noguchi saves
all of us from those fears
we nourish in our souls before
morning.
cinquain
Dammed
Rivers
will fall over
themselves to get to you
till hidden locks without keys block
their reach.
Urban Haiku Man Cinquain
I will
give you these lines
stretching over black top
till they become taut and begin
to snap.
Reflecting Pool: A Cinquain
To be
farther along
this lilac scented lane
is better than further into
mirrors.
The What Is Pickle River Cinquain
To be
so colorless
and rhyme blind to the paint
used to cover the bark side is
my song.
Floe Cinquain
Water’s
constant motion
from my city to yours
can’t be stopped by ice concealing
the want.
Tracking Cinquain
To be
multimodal
in two years is to be
a ride down can’t get there from here
derailed.
Syd’s Sam: A Cinquain
Years back
my mother owned
a car named Lucifer.
And you wonder why I refuse
to drive.
Gardening at Night Cinquain
A clue
you are digging
your own grave in the dark—
this dirt under your fingernails
exposed.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 