she’s waited up…
to have some last words
with me


a solemn part
another baby
babbles



the plumber
kneeling in our tub
– talking to himself


staff meeting-
he stands his pen
on end



our son spills his milk –
not an iota
of reaction from him



sentinel pine-
roots running every which way
showered in moonlight



back to its hole-
the woodchuck shot through
its hindquarters



Modern Haiku vol. XXIX no. 1 Winter-Spring, 1998