now and then . . .
the lapping sound
of the moon
February 2015
dawn chorus . . .
light mimes its coming
noisily
side to side
the coop intruder's
darting eyes
without guile
a prima donna's
death scene
ebb-tide moon
the ouroboros
trailing me
late summer . . .
cicadas shuffle sound
nonchalantly
out of sight
a red dwarf hides
nearest
the sound
my native tongue makes
reading haiku
mushroom cloud—
the nucleus of reason
grows unclear
time returns a novel way
down under
the prevailing wind
wins over
one - no two
stars unable to
count on
haiku
mangled into
English stew
worker bees
neither here
nor there
cloud wisps
a bird's flight
from the nest
fallen star
the value of nickel
in loose change
autumn dusk
the darkening rose
of her sneeze
migrant smile
another buddha
goes neon
shifting light . . .
every nuance
of the rock
ancient quill
secreting life
in a notebook
newlyweds
a glowering sky
and her brow
rolling sky—
a hedgehog nudges
past its past
earthbound voice
naming the one fall
that sticks
big bang—
the past that nags
at my heels
alone at last
a spider navigates
a wider web
haiku—
my field of vision
narrows
awake at dawn
tree bird and mountain
called by name
half moon
making light of
drone targets
heaven
without a stairway
heads within
step by step
finding nowhere
to go
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