street preacher
the hooker throws a few coins
in his hat
Month: March 2011
Float
the transparency
of light
floating on water
(haibun)
almost no delta
at the mouth of the river–
forgotten dreams
lamplight…
my shadow softens
with each step
Lent
On
the
ceiling
above
my
bed
i
pin
a
pin
up
of
her
naked
shadow
on a bare twig rain beads what light there is
iridescence
of the dogwood leaf–
autumn moon
winterlight
a blur of birdsong
in the air
slipping in
beneath the kitchen door
–first sunlight
a jarful of coins
from faraway places
winter stars
low tide
we run through
the clouds
drizzle and mud–
sparrows sinking deeper
into drab
through the skylight
only we
can see these stars
gleam of cattails and a high half moon
the news
no one wants…
waning moon
his recent poem
carves a canoe from
a tulip tree—starlight
glistens in the spray of
the ebbing tide
black cattle
among the trees
heat lightning