Her mask won’t fit
but
he kisses her still
☯
The bus man chants:
Love…
and things within love
☯
tanka:
That shield,
so old,
any knight laid
beneath it…
moss
☯
Up until 7…
sharecropper wouldn’t
kick me out of bed
☯
One hand
to an unshaven cheek…
rain prattles
☯
I fear death
from beneath my whiskers…
cold half moon
☯
Green umbrella
spins
through the storm
☯
Twin shadows–
mounds…
against the hay bales
☯
Winter dusk…
half moon
in a mud puddle
☯
Mercury drains
through her fingers…
poisoned soil
☯
The life span
of a barnacle?
(I’m still stuck here)
☯
Baseball,
slime from asphalt moss…
(game goes on)
☯
Scratch, an itch,
to find…
longing
☯
This month, too long…
soft chime,
wash cycle
☯
Summer came
for a day…pigeons
peck at peanuts
☯
One life,
come down to
cabbages and shoes
☯
That fish…
what can it know
of the fireworks
☯
