bus stop
an empty bench
and…
Tag: haiku
from pampas grass
a dragonfly…
gusty wind
chasing one another…
beach party
the last drop…
rain
curtain
of absences…
the little spider
hunches…
whispering grass ~
the scythe’s…
World Series
another layer…
summer’s end
lilies…
summer’s end—…
last bloom—
closing…
s
d
r
i
b
recession rising … October chill
the silence…
homeless …
a plastic…
migrating geese
rising…
slowly
two clouds collide…
dense fog
the train evaporates…
flea market~
every old watch…
moonrise
moonset
your nakedness…
autumn afternoon—…
dusk—
ten thousand…
lit fish stall
open mouths…
clear settles night on my…
deep breath
before I enter…
election night smoke from…
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 …
in the pool
of the ruined …
commuter platform
a harmonica…
leaving the Tokyo subway,…
rooftop garden—…
gallery tour
the ladies …
park bench
pigeons begging…
department store sale flyers…
hotel bar:
ice shifts
and… just a flat tire
chained …
dead birds at the base
of …
footprints
the prairie …
deep snow …
the acorn…
funeral procession the…
nor?easter—
scent…
sheltered by the bus stop…
Buddha eyes—
a hunchbacked…
lovers’ moon—…
birthday party
the new neighbor…
dead-end street
every house…
the writer
we exchange
a …
trailing the snail
on the…
a bowed head
in each bus window…
shortest day—
the…
January thaw
dog-walkers…
goodbye hugs—
all…
not getting my joke
but he…
juncos black
silhouettes…
cherry
blossoms
drifting… black fedora
the blind man…
corner beggar change is …
owl’s call sounding…
moon eclipse—
he …
dead of winter
a wraith from…
snowstorm
even the stoplights…
painting class
children…
the snow
before it falls…
Stalin’s statue…
midwinter night
light from…
a last rocket…
lights…
sculpture garden—…
late afternoon—…
low tide
the silent contractions…
midnight fog
the street …
The fountain’s too…
snowmelt…
a woodpecker…
white phlox blossoms daring…
night sky
the rusted tin …
walking back
the way we came…
stuttering light
the sound…
a sliver of moon
she asks …
street preacher
the hooker…
almost no delta
at the mouth…
on a bare twig rain beads …
iridescence
of the dogwood…
winterlight
a blur of birdsong…
slipping in
beneath the …
a jarful of coins
from faraway…
low tide
we run through
the…
drizzle and mud—…
through the skylight
only…
the news
no one wants……
black cattle
among the trees…
night jog—
sparks…
the rabbit’s ears…
sun
through the syringe—…
day’s end
refilling…
a firefly’s glow…
graffiti
sharper
by moonlight…
up to the summit up to a hawk’s…
shadows fold within shadows…
black and white
the absolute…
an old woman sweeps
the walk…
early spring hike—…
fireworks at twilight forsythia…
July 5th—
ants darken…
phosphorescence
a firefly…
summer breeze …
the…
the curve
of her hips—…
waiting for the sheep to…
as she leaves again the scent…
a swallowtail
touches my…
unboxed letters
what I missed…
teaching my sons
to skip …
days, weeks, months
her …
in the curve of the piano …
beer and wine
a summer night…
yoshino cherry tree—…