hospice
another deadline
comes and goes
Month: November 2017
the mosquito mesh
pixelating
the night
full moon
the wolf
in my dog’s voice
I am drawn
to the darkness
drifting through an arroyo
the distant call
of coyote
old ruin ?
a roof of bougainvillea
ancient temple
the face of Buddha
hacked off
bullet points
on gun control
Orion’s belt
winter weary
war wounds
ache again
arms wide
I lean against the wind
that blows across the atlantic
how long
before you let me go?
“Getaways,” a haibun by Dru Philippou
November
I turn myself over
to the rain
sunrise…
a beggar’s arm
stretching into day
goodwill
chained to the counter?
charity box
caught again
talking to myself
bus stop heat
yard sale ?
the old rug pulled out
just enough
Ancestors’ Day–
sandals pile up
in the entryway
siblings…
the different narratives
of our childhood
dinner with my ex –
wine turns
to water
war news
my second helping
of tea
far thunder-
how long without hearing
a reproach
the edge
of the unspoken …
half a rainbow
a horse’s eye
on the merry-go-round
fills with rain