First date
I find her on the beach
under the green straw hat.

Probing novelties
from the mud bay shallows
the old men Ibis.

Busy corner
a man’s road rage
in his tight summer suit.

the pen-pal posted…
those deeper thoughts
I wanted to write

Sailing solo
a need for all those stars
to leave me alone.

guided to us
by the shifts of stars
migrating geese

No answer …
on the glass table
the long chain on her house key.

Sunlit windjammer…
her captain
if I loved all the wild seas.

Outgoing tide
the dragonfly’s re-visit
to every rock pool.

mountains of clouds
finding in the sunset
some homeward geese.

Garden sundial
the tiger-moth wrestling
in a circle of silk.

old man haiku
I speak them softly
in a single breath