the mass of the cat
jumping onto our bed
wakes me but not you
Haiku 20111216
early morning eyes,
and my new reading glasses
out of reach again.
Haiku 20111215
in the best cafes,
the shadows are the color
of the darkest wine.
the mass of the cat
jumping onto our bed
wakes me but not you
early morning eyes,
and my new reading glasses
out of reach again.
in the best cafes,
the shadows are the color
of the darkest wine.
