Razor,
against the sponge…
winter truce
☯️
Van Morrison
won’t drown
the bum’s snore
☯️
Moonset…
mournful dove
lost its playmate
☯️
Out that window…
all the souls
I’ve never touched
☯️
Mud lot,
once a movie house…
crow swoops
☯️
tanka:
Blue (bright)
from head but not to
toe…
having lost her,
all I have
☯️
Mud pond, meadow,
two mallards…
prospecting
☯️
Profundities,
evaporate at
kettle’s whistle
☯️
tanka:
For today,
sunshine, cocaine…
and black shades
for two
more mornings
☯️
Market dusk…
wise smile in the eyes
of the peddler
☯️
tanka:
Downtown,
trashman
plucks with plastic
claw…
one aluminum square
☯️
We’re tired,
no one pays much attention…
(cherry blossoms)
☯️
Down syndrome boy
barks out the stops
to downtown
☯️
Family Bible…
I can’t see
what’s highlighted
☯️
Moon,
North Star–and a jet
blinking east
☯️
Up all night…
those crows,
reflected in my phone
☯️
Sunset, toppled scooter…
red light
left on
☯️
Child with helmet,
squeaks the foot brakes…
learning to ride
☯️
He’ll taste the rain…
water, due
reunion with itself
☯️
Glass jar…
and the cork
from a missing bottle
☯️
