Three Poems
Catherine Moran

Enoki

Covered in light fuzz,
Cuddled together on your black cutting board.

Worms from a dark forest
Made beautiful
There.


Fall

Crates of
Fresh red apples

Your footsteps
That once fell

Fast and hard alongside
Now lost.


Poem for Shoes

I bought new shoes.
To carry me through this.

The pinch and
wobble
matter little

As I am
an expert
at falling.