skyline

skyline

a seagull's cry

piercing the haze

thrust

spring morning

the thrust of roots

through a sidewalk

rap

zen garden

the silence surrounding

a woodpecker's rap

huddle

fallen leaves

huddled in a corner

after the storm

flight

a sparrow's flight—

the curve of his breast

in the sand

subway tanka

the smile

of the young woman I passed

on the subway steps—

it ought to last me at least

another stop or two

unbuttoned

first robin

my overcoat

unbuttoned

every now and then (tanka)

bare branches

catch the sunlight

at my window

every now and then

dancing a little

erotiku

as we kiss

she whispers a warning:

her hands are cold

for dina

This was directly inspired by a senryu written by Dina Cox, a very fine poet. Hers was inspired, I believe, by the recently concluded Winter Olympics. Thank you, Dina.

good loser—

her nails digging

into her palms