a few haiku

Month: March, 2014

the dishwasher
halfway through
a dream of the ocean

the town’s broken clock the color of the snowstorm

blossoms in the wind
I never managed
to die young

my name in a woman’s tight hand yellow leaves

edge
of the dog park–
lavender sways

the world a blossom
I make up a song
for my dog

warm breeze
squirrels exchange
mulberry trees

weeds and wildflowers
all the same
in this breeze

sidewalk pine cone
scale by scale
the morning shadows

just above the apartments
a handful of frozen stars
and my breath