#59

Watching the faint dawn
between the folded clouds,
warming my cold wrists.

#58

There can be no doubt,
sitting in the dentist's chair :
Vacation's over.

#57

Crows in rowdy song
defy the grey dawn outside,
waking me from dreams.

#56

Waiting for the start
of Breakfast at Tiffany's,
we end up waltzing.

#55

Crumpling old receipts
without regret- then riding
outdoors through puddles!

#54

Is that fallen snow
on my porch? No - only petals
thrown down by the rain.

#53

When rising, one must
write on an empty stomach
but have a stout lunch.

#52

Two crows flying north
without a noise between them -
Siblings or lovers?

#51

Dark-eyed children stoop,
picking through dreams and torn lace
and cigarette butts.

#49

Spinning on my heels
Red and gold walls glimmering
Caught up in a dance.

#48

Late moon fades to blue,
tarrying in the dawn,
falling to the west.

#47

The windows breathe cold
into every room of the house
save the one you're in.

#46

Wet grey clouds turn gold
lit by sunlight and rainbows.
People stop to stare.

#45

The robins pick through
dead leaves in the roof gutters
just in time for toast.

#44

Glass turns to metal,
burning like aluminum,
When sunset approaches.

#43

After a cold night
the dream slips away at dawn
chased by cloudless skies.

#42

Despite Buddhism,
in fifth gear on the freeway,
detachment is hard.

#41

Blue sky driven back
by tall clouds in serried ranks.
Green hills drink the rain.

#40

The crowded dance floor
holds the heat of moving feet
but the moon is cold.

#39

Rushing freeway lit
by millions of red tail-lamps
is dimmer than dusk.
We drive by lamplight beneath
the stars that will outlast us.

#38

Sun for four days straight
People blink in disbelief
and clutch their raincoats.

#37

Engine roars to life,
a wreck rolls despite itself,
Geese honk, flying south.

#36

Pleasantly surprised
at what I wrote in two weeks
battling colds and damp.

#35

Eating fresh torn leaves
of basil with shrimp and sugarcane
washed down with green tea.

#34

Scent of fresh lemon
rises in a patch of sun
slipped through a window.

#33

Lone firework bursting;
plovers scatter on the beach :
dots of spreading light.

#32

Speeding south with news:
The seals have come for winter
to birth, breed, and shed.

#31

After the train's roar
My ears are left ringing by
the hissing of rain.
Punctual, I knock, then find out:
I've come to the wrong address!

#30

Seed pods in my car
scattered with the broken glass
shining with raindrops.

#29

Fireworks in the mist
sparkling like rain in the sun
and you in my arms.