Midday…
rainbows in bug spray
to the pillow
☯️
I spare
a spider’s life…
wondering
☯️
Quiet street…
twins talk
in echoes
☯️
Red light…
red handprints stain
Tesla Truck
☯️
One leaf,
falls dry…
still not autumn
☯️
All day we wait…
orange half-sun, shaped
like a basin
☯️
“Next Train This Platform,”
“Next stop, Stadium”…
…plainsong
☯️
“Next Train This Platform”…
a nurse,
nose in Tolstoy
☯️
That old house
still won’t solve
my problems
☯️
tanka:
You bite
into failure
front teeth first,
delicate…
then the tongue
☯️
Last light
and a moth to the window…
freight whistle
☯️
Gin, spilled
from a water bottle…
finds its level
☯️
Break promises–but
what happens if you
break secrets?
☯️
Train tunnel pigeon–
quite proud
on the yellow line
☯️
Late summer…
hornets fight
over ivy
☯️
She smiles…
the steam from those eggs
lifts her lips
☯️
