childhood joy outstretching light years

how intent the cat
and over the city din
the death throes of stars

at odds
with the memory . . .
blossoms

the way back
encrypted within 
a monarch's wings

broken wing—
lost in the opiate
of being

at its heart
a darkening rose's
summer lust

ground fog . . .
a swan stretches out
the hush

the play 
of shadows passing 
for a god

morning cool—
a variety of birds
rise in song

sheltering
behind macrocarpas . . .
the warmth within

winds wailing
against macrocarpas . . .
such stillness

regardless
the coffin's descent
inch by inch

sparrow dusk—
a wind swallows up
the last words

viscous night—
shadows suffocating
on darkness

              haiku
another          out of line

the milky way
sowing seeds
of contemplation

this silence
dwelling still before
change is 

sun shafts—
golden streams flush out
a peed ant

the way of the rose—
the rouged cheeks of dalliance
no longer quench me

morning call—
not clear in this heat
the sense of it