Pigeon glide
reflection, puddle…
two torn shoes
☯️
Chill wind,
dog pant…
thickened twilight
☯️
That olive tree…
almost too far
to write
☯️
Saturday…
my left nostril whistles,
in/out
☯️
After midnight…
that fire alarm
winds down
☯️
Banana slug
and yellow-spotted leaf
trade salutes
☯️
I’ve failed…
he wants to go back
and sleep with the bugs
☯️
Near noon…
spatter blown south
from a drainpipe
☯️
Christmas Eve…
my walls creak
from the cold
☯️
Overripe…
the old man
sleeps in the barley
☯️
Three men acquitted,
sun falls…
the shortest day
☯️
Hunter,
by firelight…
shows his gold
☯️
Christmas Day,
rain rustle…
wood-warbler
☯️
I can almost
mistake toilet flush, for
washing machine
☯️
Last haiku
this year…
hand to shaven cheek
☯️
