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
☯️
