holidays …
I will plant
our apple tree’s clone
Maple
suddenly
no future to fall
rain all day
the windowsill cat
I run … by
a dawn breeze
the shadows move
to separate
… before dawn
a lightning cracks
along the pane
in dropped figs
I can only say
which might seed
river crossing
a horse steps on
the sound of pebbles Re:Basho’
late night drinks
loose in my pocket
our hotel key
August thaw
the wet ice
you walked to work on
whooshing in
a branch drops snow
to balance the crow
