Bluefin TunaBitter friend, pour me the sound of mountainsclimbing under the waves like spreading gills.These fingers liftTo the ones left behindTo the ones silentTo the ones hunted and cradledup and out of the grass green watersin gentle nets: I say, you do not surprise meknocking the waves and wood with sullen flank.You are not unfamiliar, in your blue slip,in this dust of droplets, saltingfirst the dry dock, then the ice.
When the kettle explodesWhen the kettle explodes into shrill white steam, I will not be there.When you look up,the cup will notbe in my hand, the swirling teaspoonnot in my other. The world will shatter, without me,on the edge of a machine recording.I will be your dial tone.
When sadness leavesSadness left me, turnedand closed the doorand hasn't stopped by since."You have no right to me," it said."Just give me one reason," it said."And we'll be together," it said.Dried prunes in the bowl on the tablehad nothing to say. The cat,even less."How dare you," I said."You never put the toilet seat down," I said."I'm better off without you here," I said.And hoping sadness would get held upin a Market Street bazaar, or robbery in progress,I crossed its name out in my address book,and crying, tried to come up with a reason.
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,threads of purple clouds unravelacross a flaming sunrise.
*Winter Robin*Early morning breezeRobin, sharp eyed, curiousPerched on distant tree.Bid summer goodbyeAutumn leaves swirl, gentle fallMoment of sadnessPolar cold invadesWinter countryside, hiatusRobin's song uplifts.Delice194115.10.14
Chaoui bandito triodevil nipping at their heelsringed tails sweep their tracks
RIP Young SenseiCrimson leaves,falling.
SnowflakesThe bite from the airCause the glittering snowflakesTo land in your hair.
Haiku for a friendHigh from the tree topsLeaves fall gently to the groundThey bury kittens
BonesOld dusty bonesThe great beasts of ages pastLie beneath our feet
forest haikuthe promise of more,a deeper, like the forestbeneath snow-grazed leaves
CCLXXXIIautumn windchildren scatteracross the playground