death

my friend’s death . . 

walking her dog

through moonlight

hospice

one duck floats

on a cloudless sky

hospice pond

blooming

wisteria

mother son granddaughter

blooming

again

the same trail

the same old friend

night again

stranger

public gardens

i pass through the scent

of a stranger

cicada

one cicada

then another

september eve

rush hour

rush hour

our echoes meet

in the stairwell

plastics

coastal flood warning

the reanimation 

of plastics

lonely

one duck

tonight the river

has a lonely voice

deep nowhere

http://www.haikuhut.com/FailedHaikuIssue22.pdf

dawn

cinnamon tea

drinking the scent

of dawn

rebuilding

hurricane season

the rhythms of

rebuilding