set and match
the bottom seed
fans the ball

in the racket
of steamy court battle —
a tennis elbow

a highflier
suffers two wingmen —
summer heat

tennis fever -
a third baseman asks
"who's on first?"

soft serves drip
from a thousand lips . . .
courtly love

gong fu cha —
a shadow passes between
then and now

summer breeze —
kiwi kigo hung out
to dry

river song twisting through time

southern sky —
from heaven's pointers
a wooden cross

within sight
candlelight crossmembers
an altar

under the mist
i separate land
and sky

cloudless moon —
a poet disinfecting
death

digitally remastered silence

heaven scent —
summer rain anoints
shaky grounds

death knell . . .
a river mouth
exacts its toll

all innocents . . .
some faces less livid
than others

twilight dusk —
the bruises of life
less livid

with the sea
the rockpool of friends
from my hands

southern cross —
these arms weighed down
with night

tui —
i hear half
its song

roadkill —
the fly-blown voice
of the unborn

breathstop . . .
a praying mantis
shifts weight

another moon —
still the otherness
of her body

freckle-face
her wrinkling nose becomes
newsworthy

never alone . . .
blanket man paces out
the southern cross

haiku moon —
a morepork recites
to its own

under the moon
her hands cup the gift
of her self

awakening
from such light caress
a peony's folds

gaping wound —
a poem
without the moon

what of it?
cherry blossoms
and the moon

wild honey —
how the clover glows
in her eyes!

keeping still
I deepen my roots
in the void

my footprint
as if it matters
I once am

rising tide
eyes awash with the moon
two by two

my footprint
soled, souled, sold
silting up

no mere
patina of grace;
well-worn aves

a bird cocks its head
at nothing — within this hush
a priest breaks the bread

farflung night
a morepork mantles
a cold egg

farflung stars
darkness mantles me
in its wings

morepork,
keep watch with me
through ancient light