breath-mist
over origins
on ice
a fantail
tattletaling
shadows

left haiku with backspaces

.floating point between coming and going.

in this light
just the meniscus
of a moon-drop
a residue
of anythingness
pinioned here
heavy haiku
brains bashed in 
between the lines
between 
the silences 
are words enough?
listen!
letters twisting
silent
this word
then another
anew
bird song
and we make words
about it
sweaty days
the meat in the sandwich
my daily bread
leaf rattle
moments later
another
golden arches
the blood brotherhood
of childhood streams
eye contact
made in passing
words also seek
connections
across the gulf
a connection of eyes
. . . alone
these words
a peninsula
of almosts
the poem
still not written
goes like this . . .
at dawn
my mind patrols
my borders

all of me becomes morning fog

dawn
oversteps the smear
of a dream
a birthcry
mapping the disposition
of stars
animal farm . . .
a fat sow gorges
on her runts
hey buddy!
I am too old
for cannon fodder

step by step
my shadow anchors me
to the earth

 

winter rain—
familiar spirits
haunt my words