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
