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
☯️
