now half

running out of food
the fridge is now half empty . . .
half full of boring

virtual plenty

onliest of one
in my cardboard collective . . .
virtual plenty

turning

the world is turning
the galaxy is turning . . .
who’s watching the kids?

music takes you

first, this refusal
then your dance – away from us
the music takes you

down a hill

how did I get here . . .
must have fallen down a hill
my crown is broken

his haiku

on a high bare branch
a predator bird watches . . .
his haiku came first

dark cloudless

waning beyond rain …
the bright moon shines dark cloudless
adorning velvet

when was

not ready for this
these forty years that have passed …
so, when was our time

coming up dry

underground spring fed
buckets keep coming up dry
give the well a rest

donut town

flight from the city
makes the hole in donut town …
watching it happen