Drudgery
of underpants,
plucked from the bin
☯️
Throw two socks
on the fire…
ruminate
☯️
One leaf–
faster than the geisha’s fan–
flaps in the wind
☯️
Monday…
watching bird shit drop
five stories
☯️
Frozen morn…
feet warm
from the shower
☯️
Across the sidewalk–
leaf smudges…
ghost trees
☯️
Moth, trapped
in the lamp–
can my heart reach it?
☯️
Bridge goes down,
quiet idling…
a schooner
☯️
Dim stars,
either side
of the blanket
☯️
Sunset,
skimming stones…
brake light ripples
☯️
Thursday morning…
leaves, like bats,
through autumn sun
☯️
One soul
peering in my window
on its way
☯️
tanka:
Soap
sticks
to other soap,
worn down
together
☯️
The North Star…
its indifference
to twilight
☯️
tanka:
A lonely star–
I paint it so!
When it
probably
can’t care
☯️
Today,
(only)
my feet through these leaves
☯️
tanka:
I piss
sitting, now;
concessions
(thick thud)
to old age
☯️
Glass cap
to a glass-jar candle…
stilled smoke
☯️
No snow…
but the rain changes gears
on percussion
