owls hooting
somewhere in the darkness
I enter
the last digit
of her number
Month: November 2012
saying what i mean
the windsock
changes angle
my favorite color
doesn’t matter —
cherry blossoms
leaky roof
we argue about
politics
lengthening shadows
he talks to me
about downsizing
tying my shoes
lately the ground
seems so low
61st birthday–
making the plum jelly
a little sweeter
the stillness
as the honor guard
takes aim
back from war
the soldier cleans
his room
(originally published in DailyHaiku, 6/2/09)
antique ruby
his grandmother’s dreams
on my finger
fireworks display
the momentary glow
on her face
heat lightning the way your hand rests on mine
tree climbing
the smallest child
the highest up
The haiku “tree climbing” appeared in “The Saturday Evening
deep sea fishing
the boy’s bluster lost
in the whitecaps
mitten drawer —
mending the holes
left by her child
job offer–
champagne and fried fish
on the table
all the ingredients
we need to start fresh
going out of business
an extra belly rub
for half-priced Buddha
magnifying glass
an ant pauses
to examine me
sunny day —
telling time by my cat’s
choice of window
(originally published in bottle rockets, Vol 11, no. 2)
this slum with a moon in every puddle
(originally published in Presence, issue 43, January 2011)
The many notes
of the falling rain,
all in tune.
Photo by Adiel Gardner, Poem by Don Wentworth
The poem was previously published in “Past
under the half moon bridge
this upside-down world