graveyard shift —
the past in spectres picking
through haibones
on reflection
moonset's paucity
of words

queueless the fine line here

second language
just one second after
a big bang
desert spring . . .
some words from my mouth
half-shut
no man's land —
haiku mind-seeding
by moonlight
from the dark
from the space it leaves
a  tree begins
moonlit lake —
the doppler effect
of black swans
crescent moon
separating facts
from fiction
crescent moon
another thumbnail sketch
of sad stories
crescent moon
light crests over
a snail

a part across from a godwit’s carbon footprint