taking off
from the walmart sign
crow
laughing all the way
to the bank
what Happy
doesn’t tell you
is that Sorrow
also
has somewhere else to go
april..
even the cats
have wing
I tell myself
how easy it is
to just keep moving
(look..
another butterfly)
hole in your heart
nobody can tell you when
to stop digging
or what
to plant
I walk by
a field
of wildflowers
no need to know
each other's names
in the distance
I listen
to the desert
talking
to someone else
sea of regrets
me
full sail
I only
had questions
when I understood
the earth
told the birds to fly away
and not to worry
if the trees were shaking
come back in a while
off the coast
of fukishima
a heron
with no place left to land
gracefully
I wanted a dog
but I got a cat
now
it barks on the roof
where I can’t climb
a pebble in my shoe
for every road
I did not take
you
are the end
of a bad day
you
are my
day off
the children
of japan
have a million more
stories
about the sea
as a boy
I hid under the covers
and the monster hid in the closet..
we are both
braver now
the real monsters
live in your head
whispering
you have all the time
in the world
I hear you, woodpecker
banging your head
on this world
just like
me
the rain
wakes me up
to tell me
how beautiful
the morning is
you walk into
my cage
as if
I just imagined
these bars
this world
who enters my mind unannounced
and dancing
love is the sparrow
you cannot catch
until it sits
on your shoulder
singing
each day
is a gift..
some
I leave
unopened
I am no river
I go where I please
and turn where I will
and carry nothing
on my back
your eyes
write poems
your mouth never utters
your eyes
the sparkling surface
of a river
I can never cross
nor find the source
every night
I want the stars to be the answer
but they shine
more like
questions
dark road
I turn off
the headlights
for a few seconds
to find the moon
you are
what i would do
for a klondike bar
out there
somewhere in the desert
my footprints
running next
to coyote tracks
I push
all the buttons
until the light
is green
and you come on
this haiku
is you
sleeping
cold water faucet
I drink an ice cold glass
of february
swan river
closed for winter
use sky detour
fog
crosses
against the light