empty parking lot

some wind collects and swirls

leaves into a shape








alone in the waiting room

checking the plant

for reality








in early morning rain

I return

a stranger’s solemn nod








everyday she waits

at the bus stop;

just to wait








rusted tracks

beside the freeway A man

with a burlap sack








under the pine tree

that he chose rain

at his grave








my father’s winter

coats still hang

in the closet








with friends

I open the fortune cookie

without a fortune








taking off my clothes

my heart









in another country

from a flatcar

the Milky Way








free spirits…

a year later

they return








sidewalk sale-

wind twists a lifetime

guarantee tag








x-ray room

they remove

her crucifix


















morning zazen

marriage counseling









train receding

its wake in the grasses

still waving…








end to end

three Ramblers take part

in the overgrown field








farm auction-

fields filled with asters

and goldenrod








cold autumn wind

in all the cracks

eyes of barn cats








the tree that rubbed

the house noisily

burns in the fireplace








autumn moonlight

folded in

the clothes on the floor








meeting her boyfriend

our handshake

out of synch








sneaking M & M’s…

the crunching

in my ears








wanting my old life

when I wanted

my present life








cream in my coffee…

visiting from the next booth

a curious cockroach









in my lap the new kitten

I didn’t want








the hypnotist

describes her technique

sound of the stream









a duck waddles away

from the pond








after the party










early morning fog-

in the cereal bowl

the spoon clinks








in the prayer bowl

the silence

of dust








daybreak frost-

the sound of leaves falling

through leaves









for the lost cat…

wind chimes









giving back

each breath








the way

rain takes

the mountain








after zazen

the ride home

without the radio








one tree

one bird, one song

the dusk








sunrise frost-

under the maple one night’s scatter

of leaves