reading on the bus

reading on the bus

high-rise shadows

drift across the page

do I know you

do I know you—

my young face looks at me

from an old photo

thin

the thin sound

of a screen door closing . . .

and a wisp of cloud

down sunlit rocks

down sunlit rocks

pulling a river behind it—

the waterfall

anniversary

twenty years together

our hands touch as evening

claims the sky

(8/10/05)

since you ask

Since my friend Anonymous Poet was kind enough to ask, here's a new haiku. I just got back from a week in Chicago, hence the hiatus.

reading room

the silence

of turned pages

shrine

backyard shrine

sparrow

on the virgin's head

feeding the geese

feeding the geese—

over the kid's heads their dad's

distant smile