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my father's funeral

at last

I meet him

 

tinywords, 8 June 2006

toad in the path

pondering

my next move

a pretty girl's smile

in a crowded subway car

on Monday morning—

come on, old rest-of-the-day,

what have you got to offer?

train whistle

a gust of wind moves

the windmill’s arms

 

published in Riverbed Haiku, spring 2008

 

pieces of bread

in the middle of the lawn -

a white feather

***

des restes de pain

au milieu de la pelouse -

une plume blanche

spring sunset
leaves me for the first time
in warm air
and loud crickets-
thinking of our first kiss

easter

a spot of holy water

on my silk tie

I think we could use a variation on the theme:

on his mind today

the drink he hasn't had

for twenty years

friend's party--
two straight vodkas
when she's not here

happy hour

he tells me again

he doesn't miss her

(Published in Sketchbook)

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