Elevator groans
to my ear,
through the pillow
Elevator groans,
stomach gurgles…
counterpoint
Twilight,
autumn crows…
cawing argument
We have now
elevator, stomach, flute–
a trio!
How strange,
after each sunny day…
wait for rain
How soon gone…
cold banana
straight from the fridge
A titanic
achievement–
putting on socks!
Grey of the day,
heat of the sink…
shaving water
Nine am…
he sprays mist on what served
for a house
The rain…
and Christmas lights wink
for September
Bowels flutter,
truck brakes hiccup…
afternoon sun
Sun bakes
pie in the sky…
who will dig in?
Forget the phone…
sunset shall tell
sunset time
Waterwheel,
deprived unfairly…
right to squeak
He chews
a coffee stick bowed…
tea steams
Thick air
chokes the siren…
no smoke
tanka:
Through my nose,
each breath–
agonized wail
of a soul
exhaled
My mind…
thick kelp
in a cold bowl
‘neath heater…
sodden blue shoes
set to bake
