hot tub

laid bare in the woods a junkie’s pale face

spring mountain

someday even this birthday
balloon won’t exist

the refrigerator open  to more snow

The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens…

the wren sings down
another stream

going down with the sun
snow man

a dish
for the neighbors’ TV

the sink returns
my gaze

some leftover darkness
in my mug

[haibun]
teethmarks
on the trail sign…
my last sip of tea

how unlooked-for
to be let go

an awful Christmas carol
stuck in my head