deep breath
before I enter…
Month: November 2010
election night smoke from…
in the distance gunshots…
a gardener
on the radio
smells…
where street meets sunrise—…
traffic jam—
my thoughts…
a yellow leaf
describes …
amid fallen leaves
a business… prayer candle
shadows pass…
haiku
I’m not a poem.
I’m…
Pelham Parkway
between …
morning walk
at the crossroads…
in the pool
of the ruined …
commuter platform
a harmonica…
leaving the Tokyo subway,…
at home
bay window
no matter the …
rooftop garden—…
gallery tour
the ladies …
park bench
pigeons begging…
department store sale flyers…
hotel bar:
ice shifts
and… just a flat tire
chained …