sun – haiku and other animals

the sun silently deifying crumbs on the table

green sun on the grey stone of a crumbling week

it’s difficult looking for words to force into little gems (jams?) & not look out the window and write something about this shade of blue sky just before spring

weeks of precious concentration later how to know if there’s anything or a tunnel that collapses with the slightest shake

you want to go back even as you put one foot forward and choose a different color sock hat excuse though it’s best to keep walking and say you started differently

in the end if it lets you step into the dark more easily what would it be like but never mind get back to digging or we’ll never get out

tomorrow is the word you’re looking for which means both hope and hopeless the black of space the restless sun

cold sun
Folsom Prison Blues
one more time

reading outside
as long as I can
sun on ripe tomatoes

the sun silently deifying crumbs on the table

(From the last issue of Modern Haiku.)

morning sun the silver of the spider’s night work

now and then dragonflies tempt me into the sun

a week of travel over my leaky sink in the setting sun

a row of birds still in the sun before the dark hills