Ten-thirty…
truck air brakes
like a can of Guinness
Bus stop,
two youths, boxing gloves…
one has a chance
A miracle–
he walks, not
scattering pigeons
Crisp night…
gym suit sweat
my companion
The sum
of summer sky, measured
in grass leaves
Two samurai
drawn down…
chickadees chirp
Still masked…
no one returns
my smile
Sunset…
near a grave,
the last nightingale
Over blue,
through green…two dragonflies
dogfight
I’ll take
the dark; swap it out for
my deathbed
By the curb,
cement grey; one white piece
of the puzzle
tanka:
Full train,
two missing kids,
“Sweet Caroline”
singalong…
(every night in New York)
tanka:
Full train…
blue-eyed child in Blue Jays cap
and
I swear,
cosmos knowledge
tanka:
Drained-out train…
“An ounce of human kindness”
sighs the girl
on her way
to Taylor Swift
Sunday…
one yellow jug
in a flowerbox
The rain–
there, just beyond
windowshade clacking
iPhone ignored…
crows, east,
July moon
Milk,
like me
(evaporated)
I lie back, last time…
acceptable
trajectory
