Month: May 2012

coworker says hi
in the elevator —
what is her name?

coming to bed late
I trip over
the dog

electronic voice
announces the next bus stop,
so does little girl

crescent moon and fog —
my old dog searches the yard
for a place to pee

golden gate night fog
pulsates with booming colors.
happy birthday, bridge

pulling weeds reveals
half a dozen garden snails
suddenly homeless

crescent moon at dusk —
there are some friends
I’ll never see again