distant waterfall
the thought of her
becomes home

-Don Baird

old sea turtle –
beyond a cold breeze
and plastic bags

-Don Baird

filling in
the distance between stars . . .
a cicada

-Don Baird

winter twilight
the elegant pause
of a birdsong

-Don Baird

Nagasaki;
in her belly, the sound
of unopened mail

-Don Baird

gurgling . . .
a creek washes the rock
over and over

-Don Baird

PTSD . . .
this one daisy
the world

-Don Baird

pipe puffs;
an old man adds
to the storm

-Don Baird