What does this cat think
strumming his tail with such ease
to fugues of Bach?

All sound disappears.
The earth is calm, mild, silent...
my love has come near.

Luncheon by the lake.
How lucky we are to have
such a large finger bowl.

A cup of coffee
warm fat pancakes bubbling up
my haiku breakfast.

Cool bright delicate.
Let me wear it around my neck,
this soft splash of rain.

Who threw a ladle full
of moonbeams on my
celery green grass?

What discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Fourteenth Street?