5/31/09: Weekend

Think about buildings

empty today—all the rooms

ready for echoes.

5/30/09: #150

Waiting patiently—

for a new haiku to

float up with the sun.

From here, you can see

the lake flashing all evening,

clinging to the sun.

The train is walking

through the station so each face

can see the others.

Why do I never

see the planes I hear, as if

they flew elsewhere?

Gray crowds the day with

clouds—the weighty afternoon

too thick to think through.

A world without us

might still be dreaming—its days

unmarked and flowing.