5/31/13: Waiting

tonight the moon stares,

teetering on the brink

of speech

5/30/13: That Expression

something you name,

something you can’t, and

shadows both cast

5/29/13: As Fabled

a reed, gray

and broken, floating

downstream

5/28/13: Facebook

piles of dropped

blossoms—my haiku,

your clutter

5/27/13: Doppler

a voice drops

and fades, a face rises

and sinks

5/26/13: Resting

sitting on steps

I saw a beetle lumbering and

closed my eyes

5/25/13: A Note

if you find

this message, please

read it