hanging on the wall
empty, white boxes
etch our lives into
Month: December 2017
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Bruce
1495
anna’s hummingbird
shimmers by— for a moment
trump is forgotten
1494
tonight new year’s eve
watching a wonderful life
pretend not to cry
1493
barking late at night
out-of-town dogs visiting
for the holidays
1492 sgi
an exiled buddha
trudging in snow— a sutra
burning deep within
1491
even my cats yawn
don’t bat a whisker
car alarm shrieking
1490
a day to not drive
a day for quiet
run silent, run deep
1489
blank movie marquee
letters long gone— ghosts
smelling of popcorn
1488
old couple forgets
why they married— blames it on
the bossa nova
1487
coffee, cats, a place
to read and be read–
what else can life give
1486r
from the car behind
she pouts in my side mirror
putting on lipstick
(1st version appeared in “Failed Haiku,” 3/1/16, edited by Mike Rehling)
1485r
Chinese chef
on death row
dead man woking
(“Failed Haiku,” 3/1/16, edited by Mike Rehling)
1484r
no bread crumbs, no baths
sparrows are sighing
since you moved away
1483r
as ash flung to wind
blackbirds scattering
first sign of goshawks
