perched
at the tip
of summer…
Tag: haiku
garden hose a silver arc …
box spring
new sheets
old…
in the park
pigeons peck …
white water rafting
we spin… zen garden
one rock
out of…
garden wall
behind the snail…
ceiling mirror
between …
sun-baked dust— the one…
a crossword puzzle
side …
flurries of willow fluff…
wind through the pines
your…
alone tonight
the stillness…
it happens every year
but… long summer the smell of…
tornado siren,
even the …
summer’s end—…
liquid sky . . .
a steel bucket…
mossy boulder
the softness…
the skip of a skipping stone…
abbey ruins
through a window…
pink moon
i am asked again…
Grey dawn
climbs the sky…
moving day—
untangling…
moving through
the summer…
attention
standing tall…
thunderbolt---
eyes light… night paddling the land …
where creek willows weave…
falling rain
grandma goes…
a new path—
little…
frost on the furrows
up to…
shallow stream
we cross …
immigration line
a red thread…
he thinks again of turning…
autumn leaves
lipstick …
backstroke the sound of …
platelets—
the trip…
light falling…
migrating geese—…
leaves changing a language…
home from the city—…
milkweed
leaving everything…
my journey begins:
a few …
airplane window
mountains…
Slime trail—
glancing…
just because
the sky is navigable—…
moonlight on aster
i take…
the climb
over barbed wire……
just past …
loneliness
the boat finding…
thoughts unspool
with the…
straight furrowed fields…
across the blue dome of the…
no Perseids yet—…
half the sky
a deeper blue…
the road home each bend unwinding…
anniversary
on his bedside…
jet lag
she unravels
his …
across his face
the light…
we needn’t talk —…
The many notes
of the falling…