some haiku, some not 18.11.21
watching little men
killing ancient spreading oaks
proves we've lost our souls
leaves in the wind
i play taps on your grave
to honor you, dad
directions home
mother’s name before she wed
why can’t i remember
Searching for god this morning
I was sidetracked by the rain
To an awning serving coffee
A stray dog came near
And sniffed my stinky feet
“I’ll call you god,” said me
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