Haiku
Stoic—
Boulder…
How old are you?
Old stove—
Not a coal left
This morning
morning star
blinking on the horizon
a far off ship
far off lights
each one
a little home
Spigot
Dripping
Facing the sea
heavenly body—
the constellations
of her sequin dress
hula girls—
eucalyptus trees
swaying in the wind
hot rocks—
the snakes
are meditating
twilight—
loons crooning
in the flood plains
lost and found—
somewhere
a child is scolded
Fresh—
Pine trees at dawn
Pins and needles—
Barefoot
Beneath the pine
All night—
A lone cricket
In the opera house
Look closer
I can see the dogwood
Breathing
Tour bus—
Thirty framed faces
Staring
Piano keys—
A wino
Shoots me a smile
