Haiku
the oceans gentle
roar
has found an ear
on the mountain top
first rain drops...
fresh sweet smell
as it damps down the dust
Free Verse
sounds of an alto
sax
echoes... Billie... Billie
down the cobblestone breezeway
another sad song she sings
the cellar lights soft
he snaps his fingers
to the rhythm of the night
the poet in the moonlight
blows another riff
one for the lady
softly
Free Verse
nicotine
flavored air
and asphalt
exhaust fumes
chemicals to cover
bad smells
to the mountain
above the clouds
real air to breathe
clearer thoughts
fresh ideas
a new beginning
welcome back lady
I sing
in your presence
Kyoka
Haleakala
the house of the sun
freezes over
our globe is warming
while the sun is cooling
bursting forth
his spiritual leadership
in song
from a six pak
of beer
my grandaughter
ponders with wonder...
the date on the wine bottle
grandma
this has expired
hot boiling wax
poured on her thigh
to rip the hairs out
hard to understand
her fear of spiders
