our picnic blanket

our picnic blanket
covering
the keep-off-the-grass sign
her laughter
at how it tickles her thighs

missing the branch

missing the branch
after the storm
crow flies on

links to blogs . . .

i KNOW i'm missing links for my list to the right. Please, if you have, or know of, links/blogs/etc. i should add, let me know! Thanks.

groaning

groaning
over the slightest change
old weathervane

cracks

cracks
in the old sidewalk
different this year
again i stop and look
at the lines in my own palms

my colorblind eyes

my colorblind eyes
at the laundromat
the neighborhood children
giggle
as they sort the socks

the old tree's roots

the old tree's roots deep
beneath sidewalk stone
restless
the homeless man
begins to pace

quiet voices

in quiet voices . . .
the rain
and the homeless man

echoing

echoing
in my emptiness --
joyful noise
from a neighbor's
sex games

showing her thumb

showing her thumb
how to cover the moon
a stolen kiss

between the silence

between the silence
of ornaments --
sparrow

good stuff here . . .

another link . . . the haiku foundation

'WTF'

her 'WTF' txt
says it all --
blind date

haiku chronicles

i just discovered the haiku chronicles . . . a podcast of haiku!!! . . . excellently done!!!

a bramble

a bramble
shifts my attention
wren song

another kala ramesh article . . .

another link to an article i love . . .

late night

late night shortcut
caught trespassing
by the sprinkler system

link to artlicle

love this little article by kala . . .

tired of this life

tired of this life
and wishing for another --
butterfly pin

another streetlamp

another streetlamp
blinks out
as i pass by
the joy
in not understanding . . .

yacht party

yacht party
i stagger
between stars

reflection

reflection
the wren
drinking me in

laughing

laughing til tears roll
a dark comedy
with a dying friend

again

again i tell myself
i don't miss her
pressing nine
to save the voicemail
anyways

sailboat's reflection

sailboat's reflection
on the inner harbor
a new depth
of stillness
to my meditation

the brittle leaf

the brittle leaf's
perfect somersault --
spring breeze

just when

just when
i think i understand --
the moon
unveiled by clouds
so far beyond my reach

alone too much

alone too much
i set out a sugarbowl
for the ants

this might be

this might be the trail home
or not
it doesn't really matter --
how beautiful this deepening
of the night

a cigarette butt

a cigarette butt uses the wind
to cross the street --
beggar's out-stretched hand