deep breath
before I enter
the panhandler’s aura
Month: November 2010
election night smoke from an unseen cigar
in the distance gunshots opening the dark
a gardener
on the radio
smells the jasmine
where street meets sunrise—
the steam
traffic jam—
my thoughts
still in motion
a yellow leaf
describes the course
of the wind
amid fallen leaves
a business card
still doing its job
prayer candle
shadows pass through
each other
haiku
I’m not a poem.
I’m a dog. Respect
The differences.
Pelham Parkway
between the winter trees
the child’s breath
morning walk
at the crossroads
my thoughts
flow
in Spanglish
in the pool
of the ruined resort
the wild ducks
commuter platform
a harmonica blowing
the freight train blues
leaving the Tokyo subway,
a hundred umbrellas
rise in unison
at home
bay window
no matter the season
drawn curtains
he’s not what you’d call sociable. sometimes he just starts yelling for no reason. but there’s
rooftop garden—
climbing the stairs
back to nature
gallery tour
the ladies gaze
at the dozing watchman
park bench
pigeons begging
the homeless man
department store sale flyers flying
hotel bar:
ice shifts
and shifts again.
just a flat tire
chained to a lamppost
waning autumn moon