Hot slick–
tossed coffee
through the tree roots
☯️
Seagulls, shitting
reflexively
down 12th Avenue
☯️
He itches
to rip up
that dandelion garden
☯️
Filled hole–
how old, that dogshit
at the bottom
☯️
Green spider,
wheat chaff
stuck to its web
☯️
To know one purpose–
scratch of a match
to the pilot light
☯️
Hillside stream…
hyacinth bent
in penance
☯️
Red toy truck,
front wheel crimped; heart sticker
to windshield
☯️
Traveling company!
…such dust as won’t
surrender my shoes
☯️
How to split
the raven from the crow?
(Both looking in)
☯️
tanka:
Trumpet valve…
fingertip…
an instant between
idea of a note–
and pressure
☯️
Still scented
in popcorn
from the night before
☯️
One flash
his hand through the strap–
bus brakes
☯️
At the end–
one broken sob…
she shuts the door
☯️
Dusty shelf…
someone bought
the can of baked beans
☯️
Hiking east…
concern for the turtle
in a streetside tank
☯️
Red lantern
jolted…
caboose rear end
☯️
Cobweb-spackled
grease spots…
Memory remnants
☯️
Library stroll–
wind to my face…
twenty-two months
☯️
Spring at last…
a raven primps
by the poplar tree
☯️
Freight whistle blat…
the satyr hides
his holy pipes
☯️
…and what becomes
of smoke?
(I’ve never known)
☯️
The crow strikes me–twice?
(Have I written of them
too often?)
☯️
In tune?
aluminum bat
to a softball
☯️
Brokedown thresher
slumped
by the mill stream
☯️
The Master’s
enlightenment, dances
with fireflies
☯️
Clownfish,
waves its fins…
silt misting
☯️
I’ll watch the stars
so long
as I have eyes
☯️
