Poem Category: Miscellaneous

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

truck cafe’–
through the dark of night
the road hard–frost