pouring down the sink
a glass of coke
the beetle drowned in bliss.

last night's camp,
the rectangle of bent grasses
slowly reach up.

last night's camp,
a feather from my sleeping bag
waves goodbye.

last night's camp,
where I fumbled in the dark,
so simple now.

hai ku

An empty can and
Aggressive breeze
Make music in the vacant lot

Plucking a myriad from
My wool sweater
Little seeds without names

Silent moon gazing
We sit for hours
Feeling pagan origins