on every cellphone photo—
my own face
Category: people
I have nothing against people. There just aren’t too many of them in my neighborhood.
January moon
we startle at each other’s faces
fresh paint
a butterfly lands on the ladder to have a taste
a line of balloons
beside the campus elms bobbing drunkenly
a still child
only her eyes keep dancing
an ancient beach
on the sandstone ridge we still stoop for baubles
Woodrat photohaiku 