Fledgling left the nest
Searching for greener grasses
Restless for rainbows

Summer shower
Wet umbrella
Fading rainbow



Bury/1 haiku

Fiction and cookbooks
Buried between rain and stars
Time scented pages


Kitchen/4 haiku

No grit, grime or grease
Organized and sanitized
Bugs invade the flour

Kitchen sink bubbles
Swirling, soapy dinner dreams
Cuts grease, soft on hands

Living alone brings
Dishes for eternity
Stacks of stale crackers

No mail dares loiter
Lists, coupons and recipes
Evaporate, too




View from my desk

Writing poetry
Is microchipping your soul
She’ll find a way home


Poetry for Sparrows

Reading poetry
On a sunny afternoon
Over my shoulder
Sparrows, cute and curious
Admire Charles Simic’s words, too


2 haiku/local


Local hungry cat
Long and lean blue eyed vagrant
A lonely nuisance


Local bird hunter
Solitary vagabond
Gray house cat’s hero



1 haiku/1 tanka/illusion

Run before sunrise
No neighbors, no illusion
Cultivated calm

Farmer’s market prize
Get there early or they’re gone
Black and purple gifts
Seedy, juicy illusion
Summer will last forever



Commit/1 haiku

Rainy summer day
Every drip drop pledging
Untroubled whispers


Typing Class, 1979

No mistakes,
40 wpm got you an A
and was arbitrarily deemed the proper speed
for successful completion of term papers.

Reliably compliant,
the A was bestowed
and was arbitrarily deemed the proper grade
for successful completion of life.

It’s the misctakes giving me trouble.



Morning Glory

There was a girl.
Every summer morning she
would run to the trellis
with the peeling paint
to count morning glory blooms.

There was a girl.
Every summer morning she
would greet her mother
with a report on the number of flowers
on the trellis with the peeling paint.

There was a girl
whose entire world was no bigger
than her yard
and her mother’s approval.

She was a morning glory.