eventually
loneliness stops sleeping with you
too
his
I can't help it eyes
her
get out of jail free
heart
I throw a handful
of stones
into the river
but only a few of them
shine like dreams
a sunflower
as tall as I am
lays his head on my shoulder
for a moment
as I pass
when I was the man
in the moon
in your eyes..
aspen trees in the sun
gathering yellow
for the fall
dog
catching
a catnap
you are a poem
never saying
exactly what you mean
writing
with my fingertips
so many words hidden
in the pencil
I keep in my drawer
in a grocery store
a poet finds a haiku
on a bread label
the rain making driftwood
a thousand miles
from the sea