Kanashibari

awake in the dark
so transfixed by the vision
I can’t make a sound

the crickets silenced-
a specter looms
o’er my footboard

bird

in a copper bowl
beneath a blooming dogwood
a robin splashes

sudden showers-
a crow flies
through the rain

Leaves

I am but a leaf
countless among the masses
on the tree of life

approaching autumn-
spring leaves
begin to fall

Alone

a table for one-
looking for some privacy
and a little peace

bryant park-
a blanket
dewy grass

Squirrel

one hapless squirrel-
suddenly half the city
plunged into darkness

pulling weeds-
squirrels drop acorns
on my head

Hiding

this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity

moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic

Swim

well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance

scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole

Clouds

a dandelion seed
lazily drifts through the sky
as I watch the clouds

freshly cut grass-
making sculptures
from the clouds

Crime

reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution

dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest

Summer

searing hot asphalt-
children splash in the water
from a cracked hydrant

heavy branches-
in the shade
a rope swing