streetlight comes on
beneath the crow’s black grip.
where does he sleep?
Haiku 20120517
san francisco dusk —
cafe doors propped open to
call the magic in
Haiku 20120516
gauze of fog
against the window,
cat curled on the bed
streetlight comes on
beneath the crow’s black grip.
where does he sleep?
san francisco dusk —
cafe doors propped open to
call the magic in
gauze of fog
against the window,
cat curled on the bed
