Winter downpour. / Do I thank the roof or rain / for not coming in the house?

A year gone by and / still unemployment checks arrive. / Do I wake, or sleep?

Home equity line of credit. / Scorpion / inside a lemon lollipop.

Green pear on my February / window sill. Do I owe you / for your color or your taste?

Pink magnolia blossom / in February. / Warming trend?

February doormat draped / across the handrail. / Yesterday's rain.

January pyracantha. / Dozens of red-orange robins / diving from your limbs.

California mandarin boxes / at the supermarket. / Twitter feed.

Open refrigerator / door. Landmarks / in the snow.

Chocolate target in / my open heart. / Cupid's arrow.

Daffodils. Chocolate / heart. Cupid's / hallmark.

Slippery winter ice. / Canadian National Health / goes figure skating.

February fir / tipsy in rainy forest / behind house. Ka-boom!

Winter Olympics. / McDonalds, KFC, Coke. / Foods of champions.

February rain. / White wine at the window pane. / Slow sip and slow pour.

Meditation? Ha! / Issa, how can I think with / you raving at the moon?

Wine country scarecrow / dressed like silver astronaut. / Record grape harvest.

Scarecrow, your head is / not that much bigger / than mine.

Vineyard lowlands / drying at the creekside. / Tasting room.

Drunken scarecrow. Birds / laugh at you when your hat blows / down through rows of vines.

Were I as ugly / as you are scarecrow, I would / have a job.

Scarecrow in the vineyard, / hold your breath. / Here comes the sprayer.

Have you heard anything / scarecrow, from that last batch of / resumés you sent out?

Manzanita leaves / dripping into rusty wheelbarrow / in the passing breeze.

Teams of bright yellow / raincoats pruning vines in the / February mist.

How many more years / before you retire scarecrow? / I need a job soon.

Thousand buds on the / magnolia. Slender / steelhead in spring rain.

Spring creek runs dark brown / next to February's vineyard. / Scarecrow zipper down.

After all the light / has fallen from the sky, plum / blossoms in moonlight.

Bare vines in winter. / Old man / stooping on his cane.

Ski trip to Tahoe. / Dad and son three days up. / Thousand bucks downhill.

Dead centipede on / my front carpet. / February yoga pose unrolled.

Valley fire chief / watching smoke from his bonfire / rise up to the ridgeline.

Shuttered real estate / broker's office downtown / corner. Lease to Own.

Between Heaven and / Hell. Which setting do I use / in Twitter?

Homeless man beneath bridge. / Forty-foot motorhome / rolls above.

Who drives this / motorhome on the road / to enlightenment?

Yoga haiku? / Ouch! Cannot / make the stretch.

Flexible haiku. / You only hold a yoga pose / thirty seconds.

Art Institute of / Chicago. Beacon on the / shore of Lake Michigan.

Late winter dumps his / basket of pink plum blossoms / on the riverbank.

Going nowhere. / I don't know / in which direction.

Trip to emptiness. / Will I be there / when I arrive?

Stopped for directions / at the gas pump on the road / to enlightenment.

Wedding ring. / Funeral ceremony. / Paper or plastic?

In spring, the fox barks / across the Russian River. / Why does he complain?

Sonoma rain and fog. / Lost somewhere along the coast. / Who needs a map?

Winter fog swirling / through acacia and bay tree. / Sonoma wine.

Bumble bee on / purple rosemary. Sad to / see February go?

You would have loved one / hundred forty characters, / Issa, with your tea.

Last night's full moon burned / a hole through spring rain cloud large / enough for Orion.

Country church. More come / for food handouts and AA / meetings than for God.

February osprey / whistles in the treeline. Siren / runs up river road.

Man who talks about / collecting rain in barrels / never does. He drinks.

Last tavern closes. / River village, where will you / go when the spring comes?

Old computer won't / boot up. Grandma / has Alzheimer's.

March wind. Syllables / in your throat February / wind left unspoken.

When earthquake comes to / California, we keep wine / in disaster kit.

Fir tree. How do you / like the taste of my neighbor's / kitchen. Chicken soup?

Earthquake. Falling trees. / One in twelve without a job. / Love California.

Sonoma wine / improves the taste of / unemployment checks.

Jesus with Bluetooth / in your ear. Tiny bird / nesting in your beard.

Jesus at Starbuck's / on laptop to disciples. / Tweet, tweet.

You would never pass / airport security in / those robes, Jesus.

With Photoshop, Jesus, / we can make you look / 2,000 years younger.

Do you think mankind / can be saved, Jesus? / Please update your blog.

Need to scan your Word / for viruses, Jesus, with / all the other mail.

Love those pix of you / on Facebook, Jesus, walking on / Sea of Galilee.

Please send your Word in / body of message, Jesus, / not as attachment.

Twelve disciples / retweeting Jesus / on Blackberries.

To have lived this life / as John Lennon. / Imagine.

Between clouds, full Moon / rowing his boat across / Lake of Light.

Drunken moon. / Scarecrow / envious.

Drunken moon / sleeping off hangover / in the rain.

Wet shoes by / the fireplace. / Snorning Moon.

What do you recall / of last night's rain / drunken Moon?

Drunken Moon. / Flashlight battery / burning low.

Take your bundle of / dessicated moths, Spider, / and beat it.

Slug on front deck; / moth at window, racing / to the curtain.

Past midnight in mist / between branches, your face / hazy, drunken Moon.

Let's celebrate your / retirement this month / drunken Moon. Cheers!

Beside fireplace / with empty wine glass. Only / you, drunken Moon.

Dry Creek runs year-round / from dam at Lake Sonoma. / New release.

How many more weeks' / unemployment benefits, / wine-country scarecrow?

Last quarter moon / in your wine glass of night sky. / Dark sobriety.

Unemployed poet. / Jesus, / can you spare a dime?

One of you will betray / me, Jesus said, just before / his hard drive crash.

External / hard drive. / King James Version.

Japanese maple / not budding this March. Bark-dark / haiku elegy.

Buson, you would have / loved yellow mustard, pink plum, / Mayacamas Range.

Sunday flood. / March woodpile / almost gone.

We would have kayaked / flooded river, Issa, blowing / on our bubble pipes.

Yellow kayak. / Flooded river. / Sound of crows.

Osprey should return / bathtub-sized nest on treetop / sometime this March.

When river floods, seal, / do you go back to husband / in the ocean?

National Poetry Month. / Teaching children / to write haiku.

Poet-tree in lobby. / Library patrons hang / their haiku as leaves.

Pelican on roof, / stay awhile. Neighbors only / come here in summer.

Heavy truck. Country / road. Tire signature in / soggy light-brown clay.

Tell you what, spider. / Here's the keys to my car. / Have fun!

Winery foreclosure. / Sound of cork. / Sloppy bottle.

Other than lizards / and spiders, any people / management skills, Scarecrow?

Forgive them, Scarecrow, / They know not what they've done. / Winery foreclosure.

Bring your sleeping bag, / Scarecrow, man beneath bridge has / room for two more.

You look like Jesus, / Scarecrow, hanging there / above the vines.

Two kinds of foxes, / brown and gray. Which one / barking in dark forest?

Fast-moving river. / Winery foreclosure. / Last drops in bottle.

Deer. Possum. Foxes. / Redwood forest bordering / the vineyard fence.

Twenty years' experience / and still no interview, / Scarecrow?

Guardian UK. / Al Jazeera. / Fox News.

Rupert Murdoch, / no TV in little hut / on the riverbank.

River level rises / in March rain. / Remote control.

First cherry blossom. / We report. / You decide.

At whom would you yell / in a yellow mustard field, / Bill O'Reilly?

How do you keep up / with what's going on without / a TV, Scarecrow?

In the rain, nothing / but the sound and smell / of the rain.

Kanji characters / appear as raindrops / strike the puddle.

Issa, please translate / kanji characters / in puddle.

Lost door key to past. / Future door key yet arrived. / How to unlock present?

One key opens door, / another locks it. Bashō, / Buson, Issa. Which?

Hafiz, how can you / kiss the sun all day long / without going blind?

Innkeeper should not / have given you that last / glass of wine, Hafiz.

When the rain comes / they run and hide their heads, / except you, Bashō.

Friend has your table, / glass of wine at the Inn when, / you return, Hafiz.

Cones, twigs, Kanji / characters on roof / after Friday's rain.

Looking into abyss / saw own reflection. / Whoops.

You and I pass / each other on road / going same direction.

Hello Mr. Pres. / Hello Nancy Pelosi. / Health Care reform, please.

Sound of coins falling / in the Capitol. / Health care reform.

Bird with broken wing. / Sorry. / Pre-existing condition.

Noun kisses Verb. / Lovers in boat on the sea / of philology.

Stormy sea of language. / Noun and Verb buckle on / life preservers.

Rowboat of the tongue. / Noun and Verb / pulling oars.

Were the sky a Noun, / what kind of bird / would the Verb be?

Some verbs sing more loudly / than others when they fill / the sky of Nouns.

Simile, metaphor, / speechless and deaf / without Noun and Verb.

Nouns and Verbs / stuck together. / Morning tongue.

In haiku lane, no / commute traffic with other / prosaic Nouns and Verbs.

Basket full of / dirty Nouns and verbs. / Wash day.

Sun and breeze. / Perfect day to hang / Noun and Verb on line.

Shameless Naked Moon, / flashing Europe, America, / then Japan.

Even in your tutu / of mist, your body swayed to / music, Naked Moon.

Were my left foot a / Verb, my right a Noun / where would they take me?

Must there always be / some road you will not travel, / Noun and Verb?

Not ashamed to / stop and ask directions, / Noun and Verb.

Once we arrive at / awareness, Noun and Verb / will we know ourselves?

Smell of vowels. / Neighbor's chimney / speaks at dawn.

I could have been walrus, / Scarecrow said, as he / gathered up his eggs.

What's the hurry, Noun / and Verb? cherry trees laugh / like this forever.

Arrow of darkness / lodged somewhere in branch / of cherry tree.

Row of cherry trees / playing violin in / orchestra of rain.

Transitive verb. / Proper noun. / Forgetful cherry tree.

One more day of rain / wind pulls curtain on / cherry tree ballet.

Write your plink and roar / in address book for next year. / Goodbye, cherry tree.

Half-jewel in the rain. / Cherry tree, your beautiful / ruined kimono!

From France, Liberty. / From Japan, cherry tree. / Treaties of light.

Ring and roar when you / light your lantern and recite / cherry tree verse of white.

April comes to dip / her brush, cherry tree, in your / cadmium yellow light.

March Madness / overwhelms us, cherry tree. / Whom you rooting for?

You'll never make the / playoffs, dribbling at that / pace, cherry tree.

How many points you / get for free throw, cherry tree, / standing at the curb?

Is that italic / or bold face type you're blooming / in, cherry tree?

Were music your light, / cherry tree, girl in kimono / would stop to listen.

Girl on bike, red hat, / stops to light a smoke / beneath cherry tree.

It's true, cherry tree, / I could smell the man's breath / five feet away.

Better than a lover, / cherry tree, you argue back / in color and perfume.

Wild mustard overture, / cherry tree second movement / apple blossom epilogue.

Radiant magenta / petals in the rain. Old man / shaves his beard.

How can you be both / kimono girl and old man / at same time, cherry tree?

Compose, conduct, paint. / Is there anything in art / you don't do, cherry tree?

Even with camera, / I can't capture the beauty / of your death, cherry tree.

And so the wind waves / her wand, and you / are gone, cherry tree.

Music of your red / magenta petals silent / for another year.

Music, poetry, / or basketball you inspire / most, cherry tree?

Landlord wind gives you / thirty second notice / cherry petal.

Same old pair of shoes / takes me to see fading hansa / yellow cherry tree.

Power company / where is switch to cherry tree / hansa yellow light?

Why does the priest pull / so hard and so many times / on your rope, church bell?

Mourning dove at sunset. / Scarecrow, / how long 'till dawn?

Fallen branch across / forest path on my walk. / Time to stick around?

By noon, Steller's jays / cackling on porch rooftop. / Monks in prayer.

April forest song / woodpecker hammers fir tree / wi-fi signal weak.

For every whistle / in hillside fir tree forest / at least five retweet.

How many different / parts is this birdsong score? / Who conducts?

Overture at dawn / first movement eight o'clock / Intermission?

Pepper grinder music. / Why does food of love / brighten with your sound?

Ersatz mink shoulder wrap- / pointed shoes. Twenty-year-old girl / on date with Sunshine.

Man on dance floor / hand toward diamond sky. / Carbon footprint.

Muddy water flushing / riverbank, it / takes her breath away.

Did you budget more / cherry petals for April? / Economy of love.

Cherry tree, what secret / did you tell apple tree to / make her turn so white?

Does your mascara / stain like hers in the rain when / you cry, cherry tree?

Even in spring rain / wren stops to hear scrap of music- / cherry tree guitar.

Hansa yellow deep- / a few scraps left on your / shoulder, cherry tree.

Not some pink mosaic / tile you laid on curb, cherry tree- / it's a mess.

Hailstorm on church / rooftop. Silent bell / in steeple.

A thousand faces / looking back from sidewalk / at you, Cherry Tree.

Washington could have lied- / Cherry Tree, what mythology / had you lived?

At least your pretty / lies, Cherry Tree, / are worth listening to.

Timid Cherry Tree / saying wedding vows / to morning rain.

Is the shadow / of the cat / just as sleepy?

I promise, Cherry Tree, / I won't peek when you unzip / your magenta gown.

Which brings more pleasure / Cherry Tree, sex or beauty / or the thought of them?

Rain, put down your pen / bucket of haiku / overflowing.

Running late / again / centipede?

Cherry Tree tattoo- / even the photograph / is speechless.

Like your blossom, / Cherry Tree, poem disappears / once it is spoken.

Moon is on her way / to hear your last secret / Cherry Tree, can you wait?

Each vowel a petal / each petal a vowel, Cherry Tree / I will try to match.

Eight legs, eight feet / Spider, I get lost as / easily with two.

What trophy fish? / This boat of metaphor sails / for sustenance.

If you wait long enough / they'll come, Nouns and Verbs will swim / into your net.

Always in the net / startled Nouns and Verbs yearning / for return to ocean.

Birds among the leaves / red alder and live oak at / business of their own.

What might I learn from / birds? What song might I sing in / trying to sing back?

Sharp listeners, these / arriving kayak paddles / write themselves in river.

Spider in clothespin / are you hanging out wet socks / on wash day too?

What you say spider- / ash plume make it hard to / entertainyour moth?

Icelandic thumbprint / hansa yellow sunset flown / to California.

New Moon can you feel / orgasmic bloom and groan / cast from Iceland plume?

Dusty thumbprint cast / how long will hansa yellow / sunsets last?

Noun and Verb what / favorite position / on the tongue?

My Five Fingers, which / is Catholic, Buddhist, Jew? / Which has no faith at all?

They don't always agree / these Five Fingers in the / City of my Hand.

Cherry Tree, what new / metaphor will you dress in / for next spring's fashion?

Moon lays down her broom / when finished sweeping up / after Cherry Tree.

Sparrows are up there / talking about you again / Scarecrow.

Still up writing poems / to New Moon, / Scarecrow?

Matters little, your / resume, Scarecrow, still / there are no jobs.

What other skills have / you, Scarecrow, than humorist, / ironist, buffoon?

Not enough letters / in City of Language / Crossword abandoned.

Fingers tapping / rhythm on front door to / City of Language.

Her song or her smell- / which do you like better, Crow / about apple tree?

No shortage of bees / on white apple blossom- / open container.

Noun and Verb snoring / on commuter train headed to / City of Language.

Teach a child to write- / syntax muscles develop / noun by verb by noun.

Slug on cutting board / have you come for lunch? / Slippery safari.

Haven't driven car / in three days. Spider / on my steering wheel.

Makes you feel any better / Spider on my steering wheel / I'm lost too.

How many times around / steering wheel, Spider / before you reach home?

Buckle up, Spider / lots of curves in road ahead. / We'll get there soon.

Which one of us is / driving this car, Spider, / you or I?

Not in big hurry. / Spider on my steering wheel- / where does this road lead?

As fast as you like / Spider on my steering wheel. / No cops in sight.

Those roadsigns twelve or / fourteen point font, Spider? / Please read the way.

Practicing pixel / what sort of vision / have you from this screen?

Wet laundry on line- / which one of us / hangs around longest?

No, no, Spider, you / need a Phillips screwdriver / for that instead.

I could have been a / dolphin leaping the surface / of unspoiled seas.

When you're done with / roulette, Buddha, could we go / tour Hoover Dam?

You're pretty good at / blackjack, Buddha, no one / can see your eyes.

Don't you get tired / sitting all day at poker / table, Buddha, winning?

When you're done chanting / on roof at casino, Buddha, / your limo's waiting.

When you finish / meditating, Buddha, could / we hit Fremont St.?

Showgirl on each arm- / you spoil them equally / with praises, Buddha.

Love to see you / having such a great time / in Vegas, Buddha!

Sound of coins in tray / of slot machine like sound of / your laughter, Buddha.

Can't you sit still, Buddha? / Want your photo with Jesus at / Bellagio fountain.

Cause of suffering / is ignorance of cards / dealer holds, Buddha.

Midas would envy / your moth collection / Spider.

Renew DMV / Spider, license / about to expire.

A stain of waiters / wringing dishrags after a / spoil of chefs.

Ships of type / floundering in high sea and / typhoon of editors.

A Wunch of Bankers / aroused with election of / twat of Torries.

Looking at computer / I forget pot of rice. / What is that smell?

Short-grain basmati / even your smell when burning / sweetens the house.

Cleanser and dish sponge- / burned basmati rice pot- / Gods furious.

A few miles left / on these sandals- / Feet wear out first.

Thank you Carl Perkins- / Blue Suede Shoes still good for / a few more bars.

Her arms prickly pink / hold you bumblebee, give you / her blackberry kisses.

Where are you from? / Pleased to meet you bumblebee- / leaving so soon?

Tell blackberry / one of your poems, bumblebee / she will fall in love.

Relax, bumblebee / when blackberry blossom takes / your clothes off for you.

That forty-five or / fifty SPF lotion / you got on, Spider?

Oueen Anne's lace, iris / in bloom. You'll love roaming / coastal headland, Spider.

Sunrise on ocean / bring four pair sunglasses / Spider.

Hang eight, Spider / no web / on your surfboard.

Surf's up, Spider / pack your lunch of dead moths / thermos of blood.

Three of them in car / pull up down the street. Task force / Jehovah's Witness.

Coming to my door / Jehovah's Witness tells me / he sees garter snake.

Garter snake more welcome / at my bottom step than / Jehovah's Witless.

Blackberry thorn in / thumb. Nation of Plants remind / me who's boss.

Nations of the Sea- / Everywhere your voice is heard. / Turtle Island Prayer.

Smell of roadside / weeds mown to dust / in late May rain.

He enjoys riding / yellow mower monster at dawn / waking neighborhood.

Howling roadside mower- / Blackberry song grows back / sooner than you think.

I will miss late May / roadside weeds, and so will / my friends, the rabbits.

Half a page of weeds- / I let them grow down all / the way to bottom.

Toss back adjectives- / adverbs from language net. / Sea of Nouns and Verbs.

How they skittle in / the net, Nouns and Verbs when hauled / up from sea to air.

Writer-Fisherman / hauling up, tossing back / hauling up again.

Throwing net into surf- / maybe one or two Nouns and / Verbs worth keeping.

Is it the Muse of Tides / that attracts them to shore / or the voice of surf?

Sea is full of Nouns / and Verbs for catching. / What net?

Net of pen and paper / full of holes- / Noun and Verb swim away.

Other fishermen / catch Noun and Verb that swim / out of my net.

Arm getting sore / tossing net into sea / of language.

Into myself I look / for directions but cannot / find the road or map.

Which fork in road / do I follow on journey / not taken?

At your pace Snail / you will reach journey's end / before I do.

Were I to lug my / home everywhere, I'd move / slowly as you, Snail.

Did you wipe your feet / on the welcome mat / at the front door, Snail?

Snail, does mindfulness / come suddenly or / with the pass of time?

What matters more, Snail / our journey or / our destination?

That poem on your / back, Snail, is it your journey / or your destination?

Could you slow down a / little bit, Snail, so I might / learn that dance of yours?

How do you keep such / rhythm in your step without / music, Snail?

Even poison oak / gleaming leaves in windy sunset / wave prickly hello.

Is it redwing music / that makes your milk taste so sweet / Petaluma cow?

A couple gallons of / your music every week for me / Petaluma cow.

Pacific Ocean / what nouns and verbs do you / wash up in your tide?

Late May rain / headlands bloom / above Pacific.

Family of Oceans / in Common Prayer for / Gulf of Mexico.

Headland wildflowers / spend all winter in rehearsal / for late May rain.

Mars and Venus, what / dark cloud will stain the shore / of this frogpond next?

Late May rain, Bashō / is that you dropping Kanji 漢字 / on the roof again?

Daylight rain in May / roadside creek clatters back / last winter's accent.

Stumbled down into / canyon of the sink again / Spider? Want help?

Your draperies of / Florida Keys didn't smell quite / like these, Christo.

Wind-dark rain blown / from late May / into pasture June.

Push-pin on cabin / wall- that thought of yours- / what was it?

At night, California / Poppy, where do you hang your / instrument of sun?

Gangs of golden / poppies showing colors in / white lupine neighborhood.

Naked Poppy Family / growing beside country mailbox / postcard California.

Only golden news / California noun and verb / language of poppy.

North of Golden Gate / language of summer's rumble- / poppy noun and verb.

Even June rain / does not mute your lion's roar / California Poppy.

Are you able to / repair yourself after / dark, Fractured Rainbow?

Mindfulness, Broken / Rainbow, is it light or do we / resolve into darkness?

Trying to let go / of suffering, Shattered Rainbow / what language would repair?

What noun and verb / Broken Rainbow, would resolve / you into light?

Animals can still / see you Fractured Rainbow, and / the birds? Can they too?

Need to ask First Grade / Class how to fix you / Broken Rainbow.

Maybe you are more / broken for some than / others, Rainbow.

Ultraviolet? / Infa-red? Where do I look / Troubled Rainbow?

Colors do marry / other colors, don't they / Broken Rainbow?

Glue, scissors, we'll have / you back in sky in jiffy / Broken Rainbow.

Backyard Pacific / snoring summer fog under / span of Golden Gate.

Pacific breath of / fog exhaling across Bay / to Carquinez Straight.

Breath of Pacific / what mindfulness inspires your / waves to break on coast?

Mindfulness curled up / on rainbow hook rug, paws / twitching in sleep.

All wags and slobber / Mindfulness hears the call of / a single whistle.

Every week, have to / rake the yard into piles / after Mindfulness.

Was that a rabbit / you were chasing through the woods / or other Mindfulness?

Mindfulness appears / through trees on hillside, hungry- / burrs in fur, weary paws.

Even Coyote / knows better than to approach / hungry Artist.

Is it hunger that / gives Poet vision, or vision / that gives Poet hunger?

Crescent Moon / paddles her kayak across / river of redwood trees.

Is it her heartbeat? / Sound of Moon dipping kayak / paddle in river.

Moon leaves door unlocked / when she paddles kayak / on river sunset.

Even the Moon / loses her way across river / in kayak of night.

Moon in her two-seat / kayak has room for one more. / River of kisses.

Thump of Moon's kayak / hitting the bank / on the river of ink.

Stars falling from her dress / Moon thumps riverbank when she / brings kayak ashore.

Blades of her paddle / won't tell who Moon kissed in her / kayak of desire.

Stamp of gratitude / beside your address, Postcard / of the Future.

Postcard to the Future / when you get this message / please write back.

Will everyone dress / in spandex when you arrive / Postcard from the Future?

How do you arrive / Postcard to the Future / without postage stamp?

Your message clear / Postcard from the Future / What stamp?

How lucky I am / not to have mountain force her / opinions on me.

Were that jet flying / above mountain to make her sad / I would not be surprised.

Even the mountain / becomes restless with rising / full moon at solstice.

If I could only / find same mindfulness as that / mountain over there.

More than once at night / the Mountain wakes up / to go pee.

A pinch romantic / Mountain unlocks wild poppies / from her treasure chest.

Before breakfast / Mountain makes up her bed / of clouds.

Is that a cow / or the Mountain herself / mooing after dark?

Even mountain trail / gets a little tired and bored / following itself.

Mustard-colored sky / even now I have envy / for the pelican.

How lucky I am / not to have as many / worries as the Moon.

She climbs up staircase / of her lungs to where I can / hear her call my name.

Even the lifeguard / cannot rescue jagged / sunlight from water.

Even with sound of wood / purring under my saw I think / metaphor too dull.

Noun and verb that serve / as temporary shelter / also serve to expose.

We are flying in / Nouns and Verbs of present tense. / What airplane?

It doesn't matter / to the Mountain anymore / how old she is.

There are days when / even the Mountain / can't get out of bed.

Disappear? / Mountain isn't smart enough / to pull a trick like that.

Wonder what she would / find if the Mountain took a / moment to slow down.

That a bicycle horn / you're blowing over the tree tops / when you fly, Heron?

On the riverbank / all day Blue Heron without / a parking ticket?

Can that be the sun / talking to herself somewhere / in this summer fog?

Sides of his hat brim / are too wide for him to see / the sun anyway.

What must the tree think / every time a car passes / on this country road?

Harder and harder / to bend over and pick up / memories I've dropped.

What separates me / from the Mountain is her / sense of humor.

Would be nice if I / could pull my carbon footprint / out of my mouth.

How can I take this / window seriously if it / does not open?

Many nights the Moon / pulls down her pants and turns her / back to the Mountain.

The gravel pit is / convinced her face is brighter / than face of the Moon.

Again last night the / Mountain kept us all awake / with her snoring.

How she must delight / dipping onion rings into / a cup of ranch sauce.

In his pin-striped suit / a flying beetle the size / of a quarter.

How hungry this store / would look without an aisle / of chips and soda.

Do those who watch news / on TV need more therapy / than the rest of us?

Must the ship's bow / always point / toward the future?

Even the light bulb / seems to know / what it is thinking.

Things don't add up / and haven't for some time / isn't that obvious?

Do other climbers / place flags on summit when they / reach enlightenment?

Does the mountain throw / her spoon from her high chair or / drop it by accident?

Were there a lesson / to be learned from this, I'm sure / I'll find it somewhere.

I will get up and / get the mountain her bottle / then go back to bed.

Thank God the / Jehovah's Witness has / found me on Twitter.

Thunder? I'm sure / the lightning bugs must have / something to do with it.

If I had same smarts / the Mountain has, I wouldn't be / sitting here all day.

A couple of beers / later the Mountain and I / will be like old friends.

Magnifcent rust! / Derailer whispers on bike / unridden for months.

I don't recognize / my shadow / even after he shaves.

Almost time to give / the Mountain a go without / her training wheels.

It's the way Summer / Sky looks back that / makes me wonder.

How lucky for that / Summer Sky to ask no / questions of us back.

Sometimes not knowing / is more delightful / than admitting it.

If my shadow thinks / he can get away with it / after dark, he just might.

Those smart-alec / Redwood Trees have already / outlived the rest of us.

A few of us still hope / that one day the Mountain will / return to reason.

Is the Mountain the / birth-mother of the Sky / or did she adopt?

Trouble is when those / street signs are more lost / than we are.

A few towns further / up the valley where mailboxes / grow more rust.

Just tell us where the / money is hidden and you / can have your chocolate back.

Don't even bother / asking the Dentist which drawer / he keeps his chocolate in.

Does that blank sheet gain / a sense of self-awareness / once it's written on?

More than once / she has had unprotected / chocolate.

Early bird / gets / the chocolate.

With Liberty / and Chocolate / for all.

Throw down your gun / and come out with your chocolate / raised in the air.

Why shouldn't rabbits / hatch from / chocolate eggs?

Coroner's Report / lists the official cause as / Death by Chocolate.

Not that long ago / it seemed that Chocolate / solved everything.

Since when have those beans / had a decent single serving / of summer sunlight?

Poison oak outruns / blackberry vines in race up / summer's wooden fence.

Were it only these / tiny wind-up haiku to drive / engine of language.

Redwoods must like fog / else they would have moved by now / somewhere up the coast.

Fat chance, Blackberries / if you think you can escape / behind all those leaves.

Is that a two-car / suburban garage or a / Target warehouse?

Were she to paint a / canvas of a window, would / she look out of it?

Not sure / in which detergent / to wash ego.

Casono Royale / pays out / in chocolate chips.

Bright-red nipples / of blackberry / in August fog.

A thread of red / poison oak / brightens August fog.

Tomatoes hang / like bright ripe smiles / on vine of indifference.

It doesn't matter / that the music is chocolate and / the bars get sticky.

Maybe Scarecrow is / hiding the sun / inside his shirt.

After taking one look / at morning's August fog / the jays went back to bed.

If Mountain wants to / tell me all her troubles / I'll pretend to listen.

Why bother breaking / the rules, aren't they / already broken?

Standing on the shore / you just might hear the / ocean sneeze.

How does Sky listen / to both Mountain and Moon / talking at same time?

My Shadow works / harder to deceive himself / than I do.

How many / wings / does a poem have?

With this haiku / you can breathe / underwater.

My Shadow works harder / to deceive himself / than I do.

Is it Love or / Comedy of Love that keeps / a smile on her face?

How many thousand / miles before this poem needs / an oil change?

What do you feed / a poem / after she hatches?

My favorite / poem / is an owl.

Birds / aren't poems / are they?

Riding this poem / is better / than therapy.

That feather fallen / from haiku's wing belongs to / someone else.

In a few hours / the Ocean will have / forgotten our visit.

With foot in cast she / fingers the peaches carefully / looking for bruises.

Across the deck / Drunken Moon spills her rags / of light.

Rain is / how the sky / shows her gratitude.

If you find / what I'm looking for / please let me know.

I don't ask / the River / for forgiveness.

What name / would River / have given us?

When it rains / the summer River turns the color / of happiness.

Gratitude is the / sound of the river / when she croaks.

River knows / her way / with eyes closed.

Surely that leaf / blower must know how to play / some other tune.

Maybe the bulb / is a little loose / in the socket.

My shadow's / credit score / is higher.

His Holiness the / Dalai Possum makes a / prayer to the Moon.

Last night the Dalai / Possum had a pillow fight / with the Moon.

Dalai Possum seeking / independence for his / country of moonlight.

A few foxes in / audience at Dalai Possum / speaking tour.

Is His Holiness / the Dalai Possum playing dead or / sitting meditation?

Snicker, Giggle / Ha-a, ho-ho, Woo-hoo, he-he / Chortle, Snort. Tee-hee.

Blind man / on a bicycle / riding tandem.

Dawn folding her paws / on the doormat / of cool September air.

Why do you so often / dress / as someone else?

That stairway of sky / led us up to a doorway / of nothingness.

Do her friends / have a nickname / for the Sky?

How can we love / the birds and trees when they / keep disappearing?

Today's roses / look a little frustrated / at the edges.

The Moon and I are / going for a sail / if you'd care to join us.

The road not taken / also / led us nowhere.

Human recycling / pickup is / on Tuesdays.

Wind blowing / across the lake / inside me.

I've run out of / excuses for not having / any excuses.

Laughter is only / a partial substitute / for chocolate.

Coastal access road / the only path to enlightenment / between private property.

Another night the Moon / wakes up sweating in her / sheet of clouds.

How many more years / can we go on just getting by / through this day?

Crow greeting shoppers / from branch above door / at Safeway.

Smell of dark chocolate / chips in bulk bin at / health food store.

When stopped chewing / the adhesive property of / chocolate between the teeth.

Circumspect / bear claw pastries in / bakery display case.

Mind if I critique / your poem with my broom / Spider?

Great Blue Heron / alerting the riverbank to the / arrival of darkness.

Can you stomach / any more / belt tightening?

You left the barn door / to the Thesaurus open again / Scarecrow.

Good harvest of words / this year Scarecrow beneath / autumn moon.

It's beginning to / appear as if those blue jays / were right all along.

Not even farmer / can hear you laughing / in the rain Scarecrow.

Is your hair always / this mess of Autumn / rust Scarecrow?

Any better argument / for increased education funding / than the Tea Party?

How sleepy / the mountain without / blue jay song.

Blue jay spent all Tuesday / morning trying to unlock / the combination to the sky.

Does standing in the field / all day Scarecrow make you / thirsty for Happiness?

My Karma / can't remember his social / security number.

What color and how many / gallons of light will Sky paint / on today's canvas?

Another ballot of / November propositions. / Valley mist.

She went to visit him / in his last years even after / he forgot who she was.

If the mice were kings / before I moved in here / what are they now?

Does this room face / the same struggle when I am / not in it?

First autumn rain brings / a bloom of step ladders / and plastic sheeting.

Moon squeezed all her / thoughts into / autumn rain.

November dressed in mist / mud-slung pumps / cold jack-o-lantern lid.

How much farther downhill / do you suppose this House will slide / in the next two years?

A good crop of / gratitude this year / Scarecrow?

Ask those two concrete blocks / their thoughts on supporting that / lazy 2x4.

Even those fir needles / have gotten stuck between / the teeth of November.

Damp deck porch boards / exhaling mist / after November rain.

We could pull a few of / November's weeds before / the return of the rain.

After November rain / even Orion / is delighted.

Orion drinking / his glass / of November.

Beauty of the / Mop Bucket and that / oh-so-lonesome Sponge.

A single cabin pokes / his stack of smoke into / lower redwood limbs.

Lichen-covered oak / limb lying in the lane / of late November rain.

Mountain taking a nap / beneath her misty November / hat of happiness.

November's green / already threading up through / coastal hillside brown.

Look both ways / before crossing / your fingers.

Take another whiff / and see / what you think.

Don't make any sound / or the dogs / will hear us.

Another eighty-degree / t-shirt and flip-flops / day in November.

When are you going / to put on your / shoes and socks again?

Flu shot / without / the lollipop?

What about / the economy / of the spirit?

Surely there must be / some good news / just around the corner.

These days / the only good news / is chocolate.

After rain / November's river shimmers / with gratitude.

November rain / already filling / January's buckets.

Letters of Rain / falling into the River' book / of Poetry.

Weather forecast is / a few more days / of chocolate.

Mixed media / with paint, ink, collage / and chocolate.

She's taking / medication for / chronic chocolatosis.

She's studying for / a new career as a / licensed chocolatician.

Her chocolatoscopy / result shows / acute atherosclerosis.

A tastefully laid / peanutbutter mousetrap / in the basement.

Pigs in the Meadow / Cows in the Corn / Glenn Beck

Orange peel / whipped cream / November yoga.

Persimmons plump / with gratitude / in November rain.

Persimmon-colored / month of gratitude / and rain.

November's walnuts / crackling / with gratitude.

Those too-tight pants / must belong / to someone else.

Sailing her craft / of commas across seas / of parentheses.

November's ocean / golden orange rising from / five o'clock horizon.

If you arrive / before we do, Mountain / please turn the lights on.

Cold brown river / frowning at gray / November sky.

Even the Adverbs / in November's Redwood Tree / are cold.

Goodbye November / wish you Happy Birthday / again next year.

Do sharks find such / delight in the ocean sunset / as we?

Would be nice if / those visionaries would leave / my future to me.

Dairy pasture green / delighted cows / December rain.

Daughter of Rain / leaky downspout / solstice coldness.

Steaming outdoor pool / flip-flops and towel / California winter.

Sticky baklava / green tea / winter rain.

Sticking out her tongue / is her way of showing you / that she likes you.

Queen of Meaning / on her throne / of Syntax.

Were Moon only / to forgive us for / our darkness.

Amperage of her kisses / may exceed / the circuit of his lips.

Maybe we should invite / the mice over to spend / New Year's Eve.

One day that wobbly / bottom wooden stair / may step on us.

Whiskers on the face / of yesterday unshaven / as the face of tomorrow.

Peeled clove of garlic / shoved between the skin of / yesterday and today.

Winter yoga mat / flat and cold as the thought / of doing it.

Eensy Weensy? / You got a driver's license / for that thing Spider?

Maybe our ancestors / will remind us / before we forget them.

December redwood / rainy twilight / hoofbeats of deer.

Need / carry-out help / Jesus?

Target / or Wal-Mart / Jesus?

Free shipping / if your order Jesus / today.

Winter Moon / looks better naked / than I do.

Hands of Wind / wearing gloves / of winter rain.

Winter flower of sleep / blooming with scent / of December rain.

Winter bones / boiling in December's pot / of broth.

Half Moon of / Christmas chocolate / almost gone.

Misty ridgetop / winter sun / deck almost dry.

River turning her brown / shoulder of forgiveness to / December sky.

Is that the rain / taking off her clothes / on the roof again?

Two days rain / chainsaws ringing dawn / up river valley.

Old dead fir limb / glad and blushing / on the deck.

Stormy forest / wakes me up / with my worries.

Sneeze of wind / end-of-season / doesn't cover her mouth.

Is it earth / we carry on our backs / or does it carry us?

Basement flooded / mousetraps empty / Happy New Year!

In diary of / arguments with myself / there are no winners.

Winter plugs her / flashlight batteries back / into the charger.

Is his better friend / the old man's wine / or his kettle?

Winter spilling / her bottle of pills / in the cold.

Residue in her belly / blackened sides / stovetop home.

How long can they / go on talking? / Kettle and winter rain.

It's an act of courage / the leaf said / letting go.

Even gardener's blower / doesn't disturb / leaf's concentration.

Things will turn around / said the leaf / as she fell from the tree.

Who will look / after the tree? / asked the falling leaf.

There's a doorway to / another room where I can't / hear myself speaking.

How did Kettle / learn to speak / so many languages?

January ants / sweetening / the pantry.

January turning / her manuscript pages / of magnificent coldness.

Every January / same bare stem sprouts / same beautiful roses.

We will be lucky / if we survive / the clichés of winter.

Winter chocolate / according to / doctor's prescription.

Entire box / winter chocolate / to yourself.

Shooting the rapids / of the sink drain / again Spider?

Winter crow / overhead wire / reciting sutras.

If only a winter / potato could kiss / the way you do.

A kiss / is an island / isn't it?

Weakest at dawn / the bleach / of January sun.

What is / a city / without music?

Devoted as he is / to his piano / and bottle.

How do you tell / when winter / is ripe?

January rain setting / her alarm clock / for cherry season.

How many thousand / miles have you got / on your cliché?

He's out there / kicking the tires / on his old cliché.

What have you got / inside / your violin case?

Unrolling the awnings / of music / with her fiddle.

Crossing the lake / in her rowboat / of music.

She's at practice / sharpening her knife / of music.

All legs / and no hands / Spider?

They crucified / Jesus too, / Spider.

Is there / a heaven / Spider?

January faces / flush / with achoo.

Her / personal brand is / non-attachment.

Winter sleeps / with her tail of cold / pulled around.

Close door quietly / so as not to wake / the rain.

Chocolate / is the reason / for our delay.

Faustian pen / selling soul to Devil / for inspiration.

Every so often / ink pen / gets laid.

Why are / stars / so far away?

What stories / hillside reads to us from her / book of mist.

A last shout / of daylight before / whisper of darkness.

Are you pregnant / or is that a frozen turkey / under your coat?

Buy one / winter darkness / get one free.

Winter / drawing her curtains / of rain.

Elbows of winter / on table / of spring.

All the changes we made / only to discover things / exactly as they were.

When you finish / poetry / here's a list of chores.

Poetry / is / the revolution.

Let's / depants / the bullies.

Road to narrative / filled with potholes / and flat tires.

Before we knew / January had stepped into / her shoes of February.

Uncertain river / flowing slowly through / valley of chances.

Parking meters / in the city / of Nothingness?

Rhythm of tire chains / breaking silence / of snow.

Banana slug / the size / of a freight train.

Mouse of poetry / nibbling cheese of / classroom budget.

Is your vegetative metaphor / a tomato plant / or a poem?

What do you suppose / the next generation of gods / will ask of us?

Skinny downstairs / fat upstairs / empty attic.

What sort of / makeshift paradise / will we inherit?

As you can see / the windows of tomorrow / need a little wipe.

A blessing / of snowflakes on / altar Earth.

How did we manage / to pull through / the 1960s?

Another cliché like that / out of you and it's / a five-yard penalty.

Winter chips at us / with her white / chisel of coldness.

Her disappearance / coincides / with snow.

Train to Nothingness / running late / again.

Department of Chocolate / created by / executive order.

Surprise / is its own / image.

Now and then / we step into a fresh pile / of poetry.

Nothingness / going retro / into cliché.

What do you suppose / the ocean / is trying to tell us?

February's windows / wrinkled / with rain.

How tightly does sunlight / pull across the lid of dawn / before it breaks?

We will cross that cliché / when we reach / end of road.

Two metaphors / parading as / mixed cliché.

And in the arc / of morning, the arrow / of sun.

Riding her sailboat / of metaphor against current / into wind.

Chopsticks? Of course / you can pick up verbs / with chopsticks.

Sweep of time / resting broom / outside door.

A few stray notes / leaping across border / of music.

February gray / banging her anvil of hail / on ridgeline.

What poems will white / blooming plum inspire in / cherry tree this year?

February plum / patting her face with / white powder.

Winter chickens / out of pen / on red roadside.

Only Moon / can get away with dancing / in her underwear.

Happy / as / the Moon.

Even clichés / are jumping / the gun.

Another generation of / jobless / relative pronouns.

Whose interrogative / pronouns / are these?

That preposition / takes her namesake / from her grandmother.

As usual those / prepositions are cutting / in line.

Unscrewing the bottle / Whiskey pours out / all his anger.

Shakes my blood / to hear Whiskey fighting / his girlfriend again.

What if / Jesus / were CEO?

Bending March branch / robin's weight too great / for last bright berry.

As long as you're / leaving the place a mess / please close the door.

That strip mall / would have been happier / as a pasture.

Art / is anodyne / for homogeny.

Leave those green / transitive verbs on window / sill another week.

How many bicycles / can you fill / at the pump?

In waxing salon / she had all her dangling / modifiers removed.

If those verbs / want to parade as metaphor / let them have their fun.

Cherry tree / cracking / her knuckles.

Mountain road allowing / neither the shortest nor most / direct route.

Put it in reverse / and let's / get out of here.

Five-dollar gas / Fourteen-dollar job / What math?

Girlfriend gone / Whiskey claims / he's on the wagon.

Falling behind / trying to / keep up.

But will Chocolate / surrender itself / to the urge of you?

How much more stress / do you think it can take / before it breaks?

What would you lose / by eliminating / some of those clichés?

Try adding a few more / proper nouns / to your diet.

Far too many / action verbs / running the show.

If all you have / is more bad news / keep it to yourself.

What are the mice / celebrating / this time?

Spine of thought / and the cranium / of an idea.

Another day / fussing over / commas and periods.

Another government / without the consent / of the people.

There really is / a rabbit / in his hat.

Mice have chewed / another hole / in this metaphor.

Mice / have been behind this / all along.

We have arrived / upon another plateau / of silliness.

Rain has had nothing / but good things to say / about you.

Boats of question marks / bobbing in harbor / of inquiry.

No verb / as prominent as / Rain.

Try living / on / Rain's wages.

Suffering alliterative / consequence of / consonance.

Brushing her hair / she frets / how brittle it is.

That warm and fuzzy / bunny rabbit / is in therapy.

Cabin fever / in / rich-text format.

Genetically / engineered / monoculture.

Another classroom / of / broccoli haters.

She's trying out / another one of those / no-verb diet fads.

Dinner with doctor / pizza and beer / pub muscles working.

Easy for Rain / to place her hopes between / forest and the sky.

Wearing a rose / of music pinned / to her lapel.

Newly pink-slipped / music teacher / singing the blues.

Great Blue Heron / standing creekside / income tax time.

Gallons of sky / and a brush wide / as the ocean.

What other wisdom / than the sound / of falling rain?

Enough life jackets / in lifeboat of poetry / for everyone.

Enough jackets / in lifeboat of poetry / for everyone.

What brown does willow / learn watching river silt pass / in falling rain?

Bananna slug / the size of / child's sneaker.

Catching wind / different idiom / than passing it.

When Color comes / use this brush / to catch her.

Pour a little of this / on damp cloth / to wipe out Monday.

Taking chainsaw / of metaphor to forest / of cliché.

Afterlife / at far end / of parking lot.

How long can / those vowels go / without sex?

Patched roof / foundation tipsy / house of ambiguity.

Walking / in your shoes / wears me out.

Hole in shoe / long before / we arrived.

Watching / hair loss / channel.

March rain / with a sprinkling / of sunshine.

Stomping through / March puddles in her / boots of gratitude.

How long / have those parts of speech / been lovers?

How long / inchworm / to cross forest?

Calories? / What / calories?

The Mountain / after dark / sighs of rain.

Consult your doctor / if this metaphor / causes rash.

Noun chasing / her suffix / until she trips.

Rusty prefix / keeps / falling off.

After it collapses / we will have to build / something in its place.

Amusement park / busiest part of town / City of Rain.

She takes / more than her half / of sidewalk.

Jesus / and his twelve / participles.

On Wednesday / slavery ends / City of Rain.

Squall / of sunshine / between cloudbursts.

Nowadays / laughter is / her bread and butter.

Haven't heard / from my chocolate penpal / for some time.

How to teach / forgiveness / to the bully?

The one-two / irony and pun / sucker punch.

Repealing / the potato / act.

Watch your step / around that pile / of tax forms.

Locomotive wind / fresh air / boxcar.

Last chance / irony / next 200 miles.

March rain / bucket full / power down.

Buds of rain / cherry blossom / cautious opening.

Banana slug / where's / your saddle?

Balance carefully / the slightest motion will / tip it over.

When Art / collapses / who will rebuild it?

While we're at it / should we also ask forgiveness / of the Rain?

Was the joke / on us / or on them?

April Fool's Parade / is the chicken costume / wearing me?

Church of Chocolate / saying my prayers / one bite at a time.

That place / middle of back / a little just beyond reach.

Harmonies / we could have made had we / paid closer attention.

Who will stitch / the narrative / of our prayers?

Too late / to unthink the dust / we have stirred up.

What matters now are / comedians actors musicians / who distract us.

Upon arrival / we are just as exhausted / as upon departure.

Of course, Spider / you can weed / the garden too.

If the sky / turns against us / it's our fault.

Shaking off foam / she braces for / the next one to arrive.

Increase the temperature / and pressure until / vowels collide.

It comes / out of the bag / that way.

Bed sheet blue sky / fluffy cloud pillows / nightmare cliché.

They're much easier / to accept as / an unmatched pair.

Always something / that the sky / isn't telling us.

If Metaphor didn't / leave its stinger you won't need / antibiotics.

Flock of Mondays / flying upriver / just before sunset.

Grab this end of rope / and pull / as hard as you can.

Hopefully / our stars / haven't forgotten us.

Do our stars / also grind their teeth / in their sleep?

Odd place / for those nouns / to build their nest.

Into the mind / her pen follows her / to bear witness.

Is that wild iris / singing / or is it you?

Do our / dreams / remember us?

Meanwhile / the river keeps / her thoughts to herself.

What makes you think / the ocean / would want us back?

Nouns that slipped from / his mouth / never came back.

Skip the articles / the ads / are much better.

How do redwoods / survive without cell phone / and TV?

Even wild iris / admiring / the sky.

Do our shoes / ever wonder / where we're going?

The Owls / aren't voting for it / and neither are we.

Were she to / tie her hair back / into the subjunctive.

Far easier for them / if the poem / has no subject.

The old ambiguities / yellowing / into black and white.

Irony is far less / concerned about it / than you are.

Maybe that pronoun / is better off / without antecedent.

Every third day / spray them with / possessive genitive.

Does he ever rise / from the throne / of his feelings?

It rolled behind / the couch where / she can't reach it.

Those clouds / started it / by shoving us first.

Looks better / upside down / don't you think?

Her footprints / led us / into the clouds.

Trouble / found us / anyway.

Ask the clouds / whether they've had time / to consider it.

Decent of those hens / do discuss matters in such / civilized fashion.

Decent of those hens / to discuss matters in such / civilized fashion.

How many / pages have you turned / to find us?

Where's / the darkness you were / so afraid of?

After all we've done / we'll be lucky if our stars / bother to listen.

April applauding / to encore / of rain.

April cloud / has written your name on guest list / of happiness.

Isn't someone coming / to shut off / that alarm?

Why are they / so alienated / in their own land?

Soil of our ethics / may need / better drainage.

Holding on to / what she thinks / she thinks.

Are those / verbs / organic?

After April leaves / keep lights turned on / for poetry.

It took us / hours to get it / to stay upright.

Painting final layer / on objective correlative / this afternoon.

That book / is waiting for you / to tell it your story.

Now and then / he gently tugs a page / as if shaking hands.

Have you got / an extension cord / for that book?

She left / lid of April / slightly ajar.

National Poetry Month / county library / hours reduced.

Circulation / desk lacking / circulation.

Need a book? / Ask librarian / if you can find her.

Were he dressed / as woman they might / not have noticed.

How to dismantle / something that never worked / in the first place.

Librarian can find anything / except a way / to keep her job.

It doesn't grow / so he doesn't have to worry / about having it cut.

Downloading / software upgrade / to the good old days.

Far less trouble / before those clowns / signed on.

Lungs of Sky / where Cloud / breathes herself.

Are those prepositions / fighting over / their objects again?

Restless hillside / April generation / California poppy.

It doesn't end / where she says / it does.

Scanning / that moth / with lid closed?

If Nouns and Verbs / are kings and queens / pity pauper preposition.

Of course / there will be / tomorrow.

Vintage clothing / store, circa / 1960.

Four Clichés of the Apocalypse / entering / Village of Art.

Over there in the / junk yard where we found / parts of this haiku.

Don't look at me / the money's / over there.

Let's try / bribing him / with chocolate.

Be sure / to turn it off / before it overflows.

Were those trees / to pay closer attention / to where they're going.

Her greatest achievement / is never / having to grow up.

What time / is our morning walk / going on us?

Did it all / go up the chimney / or through the roof?

Keep these / and throw / the rest out.

Man with clippers / stealing roses / through fence.

Waving his flag / of revenge / Death arrives.

Join us / for a little Death celebration / this evening?

Off the field / they act / like little boys.

Her participle / wandered back home last night / without his collar.

At one point / his parents / were involved.

What part / of the apple are you / paraphrasing?

Small package / of irony / arriving for you shortly.

Dawn arrives / bearing her same list of / questions from yesterday.

Don't put it / in your mouth / until the glue dries.

She's one of those / with acres of old stuff / and piles of white hair.

Any other part / of the ceiling Spider, except / right over the bed.

What fun / would Death be / without the photos?

Tap a few drops / of this / into your glass of dreams.

Crows took / everything but / the punctuation.

Dull pencil of / evening starlight / shades her face.

In those days / the river / would have listened to us.

She married / her typewriter / for his laughter.

The rest of them / aren't wearing / any clothes either.

They're on / aisle six / just below miracles.

You'll have to reach / into the suds / to find it.

Mountain grateful / to us / for climbing her.

Survival / of the / silliest.

In-depth / analysis / of spaghetti.

Your participation / in the clouds / is not negotiable.

Don't bother / shuffling / the cards.

How proudly / he fondles and strokes / his phone.

What's that / vibrating / in his pants?

She's got / cell phone / envy.

He keeps / his phone / tucked in his pants.

Cell signal / erectile / dysfunction.

May moon / untying her rowboat / of hope.

Imagine the havoc / were this pronoun / to have antecedent.

Even the clouds / have had enough / of our nonsense.

Slicing open / her mango / of attention.

Put the lid down / or clouds / will drink from it.

Were forgiveness / left in the soil / we'd find it.

A stirring / in the academy / of roses.

Could we / postpone birth / a few more weeks?

Regularly wearing / his shirt of syntax / inside out.

Smell of your / hand after / holding hers.

Smell of time / between drawer / and hamper.

She's just as / generous with / ugly tomatoes.

All the lessons / we gave earth / she teaches back.

Lost weight / and still / looking for it.

Honeybees / outrank / me.

In other words / there aren't / any other words.

Was last night's / thunder official / or just a hoax?

It grew / that way / while you were gone.

Consider things for a moment / from the river's / point of view.

Mother Mallard / towing six propellers / upriver, late May.

Harbor seals / would have worded it / a bit differently.

Even wind / would steal / the colors of our kite.

Town meeting hall / of alliances / and betrayals.

Even filtered / his language / is a little hard to swallow.

Why do clouds / keep asking / the same questions?

Who keeps it / after the rainbow / disappears?

How does his / body know / when he's not home?

How long / before earth / starts asking back?

Witout asking / our pages began / writing themselves.

Before towers / forests before / forests oceans.

At the base / of the stem / where earth enters.

Pouring herself / a glass / of music.

Do those / windows open / on the sky?

Are there / toys / in heaven?

He will / repay you / with electricity.

Agreeably / full of / nonsense.

Were we only / as grateful as / the sky.

A few / gallons of silence / after she is gone.

Her voice / with the darkness / of softening prunes.

Unfolded napkin / of thoughts / creasing her lap.

Picture window / not as thirsty / as it used to be.

Yes, mosquitoes / I'm far more tasty / at dusk.

Spider hiding his home / between folds / of roses in rain.

Polishing / the apple / inside himself.

Sky understands us / better / than we do.

Why won't the sky / tell us / what we're thinking?

His teeth / are / also immigrants.

She can identify / stars / by their laughter.

What if / the sun / doesn't remember us?

Do stars / have to play / their music so loud?

What happens / if our legends / outlive us?

He's reading / encyclopedia / of electricity.

They finally / figured out how / to love each other.

June sky / color of / artichoke hearts.

Arriving in / her tiny rowboat / of sunshine.

Did her smile / taste that way / yesterday?

Maybe the clouds / will look the other way / when passing over.

How many / villages can one / idiot have?

My doctor's / hands carving / turkey dinner.

Curious as / underside of / shitake mushroom.

Don't / encourage him with / second helpings.

Her lips / don't rhyme / either.

In fewer than three lines / the sky / has already said it.

He grew up / same town as / peanut butter sandwich.

Her kissing / is the real / vinegar.

What time / does morning / get out of bed?

Don't open / drain plug on that / metaphor just yet.

Was Ground Zero / where it all began / or ended?

Leg lifts / worth / a squat.

What if / thunder / doesn't hear us?

Moon rinsing / her scrub sponge / wash bucket of sky.

Opening the door / of sleep / behind her.

Thirsty pen / ebullient poet / tired ink.

My pen / made me / write this.

Moon would like / to snap your photo / for her scrapbook.

What do stars / make of our / tiny fires?

Sky ordered / hers / without ketchup.

What makes you / suspect there's some / gimmick behind it?

Giving his / former address / as June rain.

A sweep of truth / into the dustpan / of lies.

If you stand / on tippy-toes you can just see / her kisses.

His nose / arrives shortly / before he does.

Quite possibly / this life / is a rental.

Slipping into / summer's crowded room / squirt gun in hand.

Prickly straw hat / shading eyes / of Summer.

Scent of ripening / apricots in / bowl of summer.

Tiger lily / surprised / even the rosemary.

Just ahead / the delicious wingtips / of tomorrow.

Were all angels / as brilliant / as you.

Morning light / scrumptious / as watermelon seed.

Again he's / barking up / the wrong cliché.

After whole page / of stinkers, the pen finally / gets an idea.

How many projects / can darkness / have going at once?

Our stars are not / in the mood for this / right now.

Why do our stars / leave their art / unsigned?

Blackberry thorns / crowding churchyard / graveside.

She's planting / another garden bed / of sunshine.

Making a mess / of salad bar / of summer.

Summertime / and the breathing is easy / as blueberries.

Were there a cottonwood / on riverbank / as patient as you.

Broom bristles / swatting / rug of summer.

What if / we don't worry / what if?

He misses / not seeing / nothingness.

Don't let her / catch you pouring that / down the sink.

Lush business / of lettuce / among us.

Through which window / do our stars / look in upon us?

She has / apartment / complex.

The only / medicine / is delight.

She lives / in village of / nobody's business.

How long / has sky / held copyright?

Last turnout / on road / to Sky.

Coffee mug / isn't metaphor / until filled.

Apostrophes / bullying pronouns / of Summer.

He last worked here / a few / mountains ago.

Praying at Church / of Blackberry Thorn for / forgiveness from greed.

Where are / those raccoons going / on summer vacation?

Were he to / have stamina / of participles.

Participles grazing / pasture land / of language.

Is Sky Hindu / or Buddhist? / Catholic or Jew?

Lying around / house all summer / making a mess.

One of the dozen / cracked in carton / of Jesus.

He likes / the end piece for / the double-frosting rush.

Stones inside / the hardest / to turn.

What of / stars born / inside us?

Arrows arriving / by night like / damp roses.

We could always / borrow our way / out of debt.

Without participles / he'd still be living / past tense.

River isn't / wearing her / swimsuit either.

Without trees / would Sky / fall earthward?

Haiku swimmer / stepping into Ocean / of five lines.

Sporadic jolts of / black laughter as / lights go down.

Were they / as generous / as blackberry.

Putting herself / for a moment in / Sky's shoes.

She's better at / denying it / than he is.

Learning to hold / lens as still as / the mountain.

Another sandal of / summer's white-tipped / nail-shop nails.

Peanut butter / on the / handlebars.

Noah wouldn't / approve of / this zoo.

How many / seconds of / blueberry pie?

Mountain showing / in gallery / of fog.

River isn't / asking any / questions either.

Shadow of drill / turning / bit of language.

Listening to / late works of composer / Gaspacho.

She's moving to / City of Chocolate / next week.

Unsurprising / her characters know more / than his do.

Were we / only empty / as Sky.

She lives / in the security / of chaos.

Suppose the paper / got as upset / reading you?

Blackberries have / reached the / same conclusion.

Loose thread hanging / from elastic waistband / of syntax.

How come / the assassins / have jobs?

What yoga pose / on your fat foggy mat / August moon?

Yoga teacher tells / class that weak knees is a sign / of not enough sex.

Which end / of sky / opens first?

We found / your mismatched sock / in the pie.

Maybe you're / over-watering / those verbs.

She is / object of / his preposition.

Feeling indigestion / in his / semicolon.

Ask Jesus / if he wants his / super-sized.

United States / of / all-you-can-eat.

Relax, Spider / I'm only here / for the blackberries.

Do you suppose / the Earth's parents / are still speaking?

Another asterisk / jumping across / subway turnstyle.

Keeping his / tongue in / solitary confinement.

Ask waiter / for side / of hashtags.

Sentenced to / life without / punctuation.

Syllables ago / she skipped / her period.

Roll up your window / before we enter that dust cloud / of interjections.

There's a spot / on the floor where you left / yesterday's yoga.

Without the old mythologies / where would we turn? / Google?

If her head's / full of Sky / what's in her heart?

What daggers / of rain / unsheathed Irene?

Isn't that the same / metaphor she was / wearing yesterday?

Around sunset / her lips / change color.

Architectural review / of God's / divine plan.

Hiking mountains / we discovered / several typos.

Let's take / your religious dogma / for a walk.

Aren't the rich / overdue for their bubble / to burst?

It was a story / we would tell / without lubrication.

Metaphor tea bag / less strong / second cup.

Her yoga mat / only stretches / so far.

Tip of / his cane / can tell.

Acting in / his mud room / persona.

At her age / Mountain has earned / our forgiveness.

Orchard Crow / is tonight's / guest speaker.

Full school bus / orchard branches / bent.

Checked lately / how many followers / chocolate has?

Is her / yoga mat / a vegan?

Why does / consciousness think / so loudly?

Trying to / redomesticate his / feral consciousness.

Tea's cool / enough to / add metaphor.

Six words / never tasted / so good.

Does Sky / watch us / as closely?

Are you / and Sky / still lovers?

Farmer's Almanac / have anything / about kisses?

Ten moths / acres of Sky / September eleven.

Achilles tendon / live music / tired shoes.

How many brilliant / ideas in wadded paper / missed basket?

If our / signal drops / blame Mountain.

How did / Fire learn / our names?

Largest size / on shelf / not big enough.

Two pools / water two / pools Sky.

Probably wise / to throw / after lighting.

Ashes to ashes / with bits of nothingness / in between.

Rather than winning / in life, suppose / it wins you.

Redwood Trees / are his / Social Security.

Red white / blue collar / work shirt.

Do you suppose / Desire is a wheel / without brakes?

Even Moon / is joining / the manhunt.

If you're not / kissing the Moon / who is?

Rolling out / of bed / then under.

Her best / teachers are / the Skies.

To cherish / those who / comfort us.

One spark / metaphor, haiku / leaps afire.

Bend it / slightly and / it'll fit.

Ocean isn't / counting her / calories either.

Black pigs / gobbling apples / Yorkville orchard.

Eggplant hungry / to tell / her secret.

I'm putting / my bets / on Sky.

Another idiom / taking payments / under table.

Sufficiently ambiguous / to suggest / horror story.

Will those / left behind / catch up?

Shrunken boxes of / nothingness in storage locker / collecting time.

Syntax change / good for / another 3,000.

Which end / of Sky / you holding?

Fork in road / without knife / or spoon.

What if / all it contains / is water?

Running aground / on September's / gravel bar.

Any way to / prevent flames / from reaching higher?

Ocean is / her only / career coach.

Hair tied / back with / six words.

Pouring himself / into his / morning cup.

Ask Sky / to hit / reset button.

It's not as though / our Skies / hadn't warned us.

Sky adopted / us from / rescue shelter.

It still / isn't safe / to cross.

After all those hashtags / have you / brushed your teeth?

Cities of / syllables in / six words.

My turn / to use sink mirror / yet, Spider?

Ambulance of / blessings coming / to rescue.

Small coins / of her face / looking for change.

Ensnared in / idiomatic cliché / of puns.

If shoe fits / try another / cup of tea.

A wide / screen of / empty calories.

Left curbside / with Free / sign attached.

Sky directing / her prayers / toward us.

September mosquito / using his / backhand swing.

River stretching / slow yoga breath beneath / hot September Sky.

Fitting all her late / Maple leaves with yellow before / letting them go.

Turns on her feet / Sky's dress / flaring at hem.

Open jar / of tomorrows / before expiration.

Some days even Sky / is too literal for / her own metaphor.

Too many / buffoons already / running show.

Which part / of Sky do Roses / love most?

Someone must have / taught Sky to kiss / like that.

Democracy kidnapped / file indictments / let trials begin.

Pulling "Sale" / tag from / our Democracy.

Chasing money / changers from / Democracy's temple.

Nailing their / Ninety-Five Theses / on Wall Street's Door.

Counting change / then betting / on it.

Why wouldn't / the dogs / be dancing?

October isn't / wearing her / shoes either.

Dancing in line / outside / the Porta-Potties.

Standing in / Martin Luther King's shadow / on Wall Street.

Maybe healers / will arrive / before destroyers.

Searching across / entire cremation / for you.

Autumn rain / October river / black tea.

October Moon / nearly filling / Wall Street.

This stuff / simply makes / itself up.

Any webbing / for snaring / Republicans, Spider?

Dogs who / love roses / too much.

October moon / fat-capped / shiitake mushroom.

Wouldn't it / look better / upside down?

Unless you told her / October Moon / doesn't know.

Coming ashore / in boat / of sunlight.

Her deepest / reservoir is / the Sky.

Keeping doors / of Sky unlocked / a while longer.

Doctor Sky / listening to / our hearts.

Even wind / taking off / her hat.

Barbed wire / strung between / these posts.

Happy as / flea on / dog's tail.

Metaphor on rye / relish & spicy mustard / no mayo, please.

Without poetry / what else / is there?

Nowadays mostly / what they do as friends is / sit around and eat.

Paddling kayak / between islands / of Sky.

If you're looking / for the children / look upward.

Pouring ourselves / another glass / of Sky.

Walking barefooted / beneath October's / oak trees.

Democracy black / no cream / or sugar.

What are / they so / afraid of?

Waist-high / & bearded, yet / somewhat likable.

Reminder that / tomorrow is / Sky's birthday.

They'll find a way / to get in without / tripping the alarm.

Stranger's hat / fits you / well, Scarecrow.

Tray of plural / possessives both with / and without mint.

Quick brown fox / jumping across front step / of typography.

Abused wife / standing up / to husband.

October morning / roadway damp / mountain pass.

A Dragon of mist / lifting his tail / from October's river.

In cereal bowl / of dawn, the dark end / of a spoon.

Musics of / October honoring / the Dead.

Orchard smell / first rain / in October.

Can we / ever thank / Sky enough?

When will the Police / realize that they too are / the 99%?

Clearing throat / fingers alert / on keyboard.

Speak clearly / so Clouds / can hear.

Loaded words / also carrying / a gun.

Night Sky / of so / many rivers.

Mountain shaking / her rusty / October headdress.

Were Mountain / only to return / our admiring glance.

Duty tours / in Iraq / then Oakland.

Ocean yesterday / asked how / you're doing.

Somewhere between / occupying Heaven / and Hell.

I offer seeds, water / in a few months she gives me / food in return.

The mountain / in us / got lost.

We could try rolling / our Suffering out to curb / beside Recycle.

Nightfall river / twisting her hair into curls / of November mist.

Occasionally, most / illuminating bulb / needs replacement.

Flying in though / one window of Sky / and out another.

Sky comes / if you / whistle twice.

On a smaller scale / of truth / than rain.

Who watches out / when Darkness wanders back / into him?

Hogging more than / your half of bed / again, Spider?

Empire State / as far as you can / sea to shining.

Slow spokes / hopefulness turning / here again.

Toss it / compost pile / of ideas.

What if / voice within / is lying?

Even the / bathroom scale / is lying. haiku

Clock thinking / at far end of hallway / her slow poems.

Even Sky / speaking today / in metaphor.

Even Democracy / occasionally changes / her socks.

Paddle syntax / kayaking river / of narrative.

More than one / fireplace of an idea / in November rain.

Ocean may / do up her hair / for holidays.

This little poem / specifically designed / to distract you.

What's Ocean / hiding in / her mouth?

Why does bear / in the kitchen / get all the applause?

Using shovel or / pickaxe if it exceeds / seventeen syllables.

With own / hands clock / unwinding itself.

That sticky stuff / on carpet / could be his.

Soft chewing of rain / gums the front porch / and steps.

Long stems of / her smile beginning / to drop their petals.

What must it be / to have been and to think / of what could have been?

If you go out / don't let Wind / back in.

Surprise! The waters / tested us / and we passed.

Getting passport / to country / of poets.

On World AIDS day / he rises from savasana / spitting Reagan, the Pope.

December midnight / redwoods crickets / petitioning Orion.

December Moon / filling Mountain / with gratitude.

What shape / is gratitude / of nothingness?

Were only Moon / as faithful to me as / she is to Mountain.

Sky not / returning our / worried looks.

Redwoods aren't / returning our / messages either.

Wrinkles of frost / around eyes / of December Sky.

December's veins / rising soil / gopher tunnel.

I'm following / same script / as Dogs.

How many miles / on a full tank / of apostrophes?

Garden hose / not long enough to reach / this abuse.

Best advice / coming from / December crows.

December drop cloth / garden bed / frost tucked.

Verified gateway / to municipality / of smiles.

December Moon / hammering her edge of light / in foundry of Sky.

Mountain lovliest / in her / solstice mist.

She doesn't want / another child. / He does.

Dawn arriving / with her portfolio / of dreams.

Wind tasted her ashes / briefly before the lake / swallowed them away.

What if dust / never completely / returns to dust?

Somewhere behind that / mountain ridge a quarter Wind / holding her breath.

Every once in a while / a feast of light / swallows us.

Snoopy in / manger of / nativity scene.

To whom / does the / Wind pray?

River doesn't know / what she's thinking / either.

Walking stick / of winter comes / looking for us.

Occasionally you / are synonymous / with starlight.

What if / Wind won't sit for / indefinite detention?

Were Wind / to stop and listen / what would you tell her?

What is / square root / of Wind?

You can board / the Wind / without a ticket.

Winter chimney / unfolding pleats / gray gown.

Slice bread / bowl soup / December Sky.

Cat who / sleeps in / her dish.

A few egg noodles / swirling with dishwater / toward New Year's drain.

Trimming moldy / bits from / year's end.

Hand of darkness / pulling loose thread / on December's sleeve.

Secondhand second / worn tights / Goodbye 2011.

Razor dull / time's whiskers / Toodles, 2011.

Speech, assembly / due process / Ta-ta, 2011.

Pulling wrapper / from chocolate / Cheerio, 2011.

Hands in prayer / twelve twelve / Namaste, 2011.

Last smudge / her lipstick / Smoochies, 2011.

Even scrub jay / grows weary of heckling / the winter sun.

Hoisting sail of verbs / on our tiny boat / of language.

Was that you / snoring last night / or Winter rain?

What fictions / are those cows / dreaming up now?

What blood / type is / the Sky?

Pepperoni & olive / metaphor by / the slice.

Haiku clunker / but it / still runs.

Moon reader / turning pages / braille Sky.

After dark / the village wanders around / inside him.

They live in rivers / in redwoods / in pastures of Sky.

January knitting / her sweater / of moonlight.

Comedy on / the stage / of lips.

Did the / thought dream / us up?

Maybe one day / it will all / come to this.

The old poet / sailing his boat-metaphor / of wine.

Of her lips / the geography / unmapped.

We're within / walking distance / of chocolate.

I can't / read Moon's / handwriting either.

The Moon / has her / regrets too.

Without oars / or sail / metaphor floats.

Feral poem / skittish verbs / language furtive.

On the edge / of nothingness better / than beyond it.

January tucking / her needles of sunlight / into knitting satchel.

Keeps her whiskey / in knitting satchel / beside winter fireplace.

Feral children / living on / the Mountain.

Weary looking / into herself she looks / into Sky.

It was River / who eventually asked us / how to spell our name.

Perhaps we could / recycle the / environment too.

Tell her NO / if Sky asks / for rain back.

There isn't much / tread left / on Rain's tires either.

My notebook / is the / midwife.

If winter blankets / are so content around you / why disturb them?

Feral Sky / showing up at our door / every dawn.

Footprint rain / along path / of January.

Between storm clouds / Sky left this small package sunlight / on our front step.

Maybe rain is / Sky's way of showing us / her gratitude.

In whom / does God / trust?

Below sink / turning handle / of darkness.

A few threads / of sunlight woven through / scarf of cloud.

How can / our Stars / afford us?

Pretending sleep / Metaphor watches us / with half-closed eyes.

Guests arriving / any minute and Redwoods / still aren't dressed.

Spraying repellent / in room / of anapests.

The journey / within the journey / takes us within.

His future / critic in / bright acrylic.

Inside pants / pocket where / money grows.

Just how / many Skies / are there?

Pillow behind her head / with me in her hands / the book falls asleep.

Does Mountain also / dream of / her former lovers?

Nothingness doesn't / wear a / wristwatch either.

In case of tie / we'll split the rain / between us.

Does temple bell / know any other / tune?

That you Spider / or just another piece of lint / on the pillow? haiku

Making a mess / in the kitchen / of desire.

Gold fillings / in teeth / of Mississippi.

Who says / Haiku Police don't have / a sense of humor?

Ask Sky / to show you / her wallet photos.

After many viewings / her photograph / has begun to fade.

Are those caesuras / or have the Haiku Police / got hiccups again?

Suppose every / breath were a breath / of gratitude.

Splitting logs / on six / wordpile again.

Keeping clichés / in closet with her / other skeletons.

Wiping up / table spill / of conversation.

Thanks for the flowers / Cupid / they were delicious.

Would a five-pound box / chocolates buy you off until / next February, Cupid?

Carrying a / dozen roses / when arrested.

Not one / Valentine among / the spam.

So what / if River / dies her hair?

Like teenage / lovers / Mountain

Haiku Police Captain / Kigo Detective / Sergeant of Syllables.

What happens / if Sky falls through / her own cracks?

Maybe the Queen / mistook your carport wall / for an oak tree.

Dear Bashō / my other melon half / wrapped in fridge.

Dear Bashō / mountain footpath / no trail marking.

February hinge / singing for oil / every turn of doorknob.

Literalists, the / Haiku Police mistook our / metaphor for an elephant.

Our future / looked brighter / in the past.

Poetry is / the profit / of culture.

Suppose our culture / lived for poetry / rathern than profit.

What happens / if I run dry / before ink pen?

Pour two cups / gossip into bowl with metaphor / and mix.

Are our stars / as proud of themselves / as we are?

Where does / perimeter of / nothingness begin?

Is there / rust in / our marriage?

Heavens to Betsy / she caught / a Holy Mackerel.

With Liberty / and Justice / for 1%.

Who oversees / the Council / of Cool?

Having sex / in the / demilitarized zone.

Is his / persona also / as rude?

Is Sky / always this generous / with her music?

What would we do / without air / to breathe us?

How quickly / yesterday snuck up / on us.

Please send / recipe for / hugs & kisses.

If rain falls / asleep before we do / will she dream of us?

Get down / with the / collection plate.

Mushroom-cheese / umlaut / with salsa.

How much Sky / do you suppose Crow has stuffed / in her pockets?

Far easier / to hoard happiness / than gratitude.

It is Sky that / pours forth when Crow / opens her beak.

Strawberry metaphor / more fattening / with shortcake.

Content squirting / whipped cream nozzle / directly into mouth.

Gratitude / beyond reach / of even Sky.

How could this / be nowhere if we're / in the middle of it?

Before we knew / time had lost track / of us.

Your lab test shows that / your blood should stay in bed / until 11 a.m.

Connecting downspout / to collect / barrels of Sky.

Were only / heaven as / kind as Sky.

Diary of Sky / opening herself in small / confessions of rain.

Each letter dwelling / in the village / of language.

No argument / like the horseradish / of her tongue.

How far / can Sky go / without us?

Most of her / boyfriends have only / come up to here.

I'd rather / the kite / fly me.

The real fools / in April's parade / aren't in costume.

Before the / costume wears / us out.

Seed packets / aching on shelf / of April.

Looking into herself / through open window / of silence.

Don't ask / Arroyo what's in / her purse.

When moon / wraps her shoulders / in shawl of rain.

Maybe Sky / is our / only poem.

Her mountain / is shorter / than she.

Men hammering / on rafters / of Sky.

What if / Mountain has / fewer rules?

Does it matter / what name / Rain goes by?

Morning Sky / out for her walk / in us.

April's roots / and stems / of sunlight.

The identifiable cause / was / his poetry.

What country / would send her children / into war?

Soft ropes / of whiskey / about his lips.

There might be haiku / stuck inside / your pen.

There's a / parking lot in / his wristwatch.

Even the best / blanket can't cover / our nakedness.

Why has Sky / been so / generous?

Mountain / invited us / to visit Sky.

Were they to / die / happily ever after.

What roses / and poetry / has April left for us?

What ghosts / of poetry has / April left?

April sky / riding away on / horses of verses.

If Crows spot us / we'll never / hear the end of it.

Plot thickets / as soon as we / enter the grove.

Line of / broken glass outside / food pantry.

Our friend / the Anecdote will introduce / the Truth.

Tufts of song / fallen / into birdbath.

Wait on curb / until poem / turns green.

Nothingness / opens the door / on us.

Maybe he hasn't / any ideas left / in his holster.

Folded tab of / sunlight holding / everything in place.

River filling / her pockets / with laughter.

Her shadow / is older / than she.

Barge of stars / on night / river.

Attacked by / a swarm / of kisses.

What does / radiologist see / in his dreams?

She's become / her own / perfect Sky.

Sound fired / in kiln / into music.

An hour north / of here the music / tastes better.

What language / does Wind speak / after leaving us?

Perfect solution / isn't looking / for us.

Does rosemary / hear the May instrumental / of honeybees?

After sunset / when wishes / start appearing.

All the / best doors / are unlocked.

She follows / a trail of silences / into the redwoods.

Always rushing / out the door / of Anxiety.

How many / croutons would / be fair?

What if there is / no escape / from escape?

Pouring his / cup from carafe / of silences.

Meatballs haven't / heard a word / you said.

Along riverbank / she harvests / most of her poems.

How long / will wind wait / before the light turns green?

Maybe Wind / will fall in love / when she visits Peru.

Wind doesn't / wear lipstick when / she kisses us.