old subduction zone

the wren sings down
another stream

hat brim

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

showing me where to dig
Dad’s grave

through the autumn hills
this freight

the scarab remembering
its wings

POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words