in case
of blue sky
break glass
I pull weeds
as if I knew
where to grow
the smudge
on my window where I tried
to smell the last rose
bluebells
ringing
the sky
it all depends
on which side of the window
you fall
(whispered
the rain)
you are the answer
to the question
I stopped asking
sax in the background
thunderstorm plays the black keys
with his eyes closed
a few bees
still bumbling
in the backyard
rain song
picking up where the crickets
left off
how quietly
the pond
turns to mud
and the frogs
slip away
rows of elm trees
holding up the night
so the stars can pass
sparrow and bluejay
unexpected wingmen
riding on the storm
these owls
who never want to know
why
water glider
swimming across the pond in my
little boy mind
the quiet
that got lost
on its way here
(that showed up later
when I was thinking)
staying up
to watch the moon
turn into the sun
one day
I'm gonna stand in the rain
until I'm nice 'n green
then I'm gonna grow
somewhere else
cottonwood tree
has one last drink
with the river
water droplets
take turns sliding down
a ray of sun
I can't fix the world
but there's this
garden wall..
frog pond
I watch the sun
blowing bubbles
next door
the guy who looks through
the window
at his beautiful backyard
and never comes out
the summer sun
that forgot to come up
I let the leaves
find out
for themselves
rainy night
the sound
of moonlight
drip-dropping
from the eaves trough
what's left of the moon
staring at what's left of me
through the window
brass bird
on my wall
flying south
it was only
when I lost
my way
that I found
the secret entrance
out
of nowhere
a beautiful day
on a crumbling wall
of an abandoned building
a summer haiku
spray-painted
behind the weeds
rain waterfalls
flowing down green mountains
of fern leaves
puff of dust
after a hard landing
sparrow flight school
the sun and I
have a long talk about things
we've never done
a drop of rain
shakes off the gray
on my shoulder