haiku

cemetery -
buck bushes blown
into a corner

crow flies - two flaps forward
one flap back, three flaps forward, one back
- head wind

fog filled front yard
galahs perform a flyby
low

The Kill

A small bird

imagine it young

panicked by a butcher

chased by a killer

crashes into a high wire

butcher bird hovers

then hawk falls-rises
feathered pom-pom in its beak

EPIRB bird  peeps grow weak

in the charnel house among leaves

When

When I learned I was a poet
first I laughed
--then I cried.

empty

Look through other eyes

to see

the blind ghost dance

with a young man

she hugs

his sheathed moist muscles

to her dry bones

but soft skin is served

only to those who salivate

deaf to laughter when she is the punch line

torn lace and broken cobwebs catch nothing

years have screwed her

burnt fingers grasp the dead red rose

—the plate of sweetmeats is empty

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 Soon, she gave up the idea of the skeletal shadow in hot pursuit and poured herself a nice cup of tea.

behind the curtain

a stopped beetle

a still moth

beetle’s legs in the air

moth’s false eyes stared