white

 

falling, flailing

into a pile of loose change--

Summer white

 

 

bundle

all my apps

are bound and bundled--

after the storm

 

 

 

 

lamp

 

 Way up north--
the lava lamp stays on
all day and all night

     `AZ

 

 

toast

 

 Summer heat--
a bargain found
on a two-slice toaster

 

summer moon

 

 

 this summer moon
just five percent of full--
still hot out

 

 

 

town

 

Summer festival--
a dozen little towns
dot the river's banks!

 

 

 

rag top

 

fireworks on the 4th --

the big white Chrysler

lets it's rag top down

 

 

 

red wing

 

 

the red-winged blackbird

announces his return!
... reeds and wetland 

right up to the road

 

 

 

 

Mother Goose

 

Careful ... watch out!

We almost caused an accident! 

Mother Goose and her goslings

double yellow

 

smoke and haze, 

up and down the St. Croix trail --

double yellow lines

 

Pierce

 

 

 

 

 

 Pierce County corn fields --
   a little bit raggedy

      the closer you get

 

 

window

 

people in each window--
a lawn freshly mowed
comes between us

 

U.S., Ukraine expand program to relocate Ukrainians to Japan

 

Omicron

cutting grass --

the shadow of Omicron

close on my heels

.

thin heat

 

a war brews

continents away --

 this thin heat

Elon

blood red moon --

Elon's satellites

mar the night sky      

the oarsman

 

verdant now, a forest

rises above the banks--
the oarsman

struggling upstream

 

 

 

Summer Clouds: haibun

Moonfly and me took a walk through our three acre wood today. I don't know what drew us. I just followed her lead, she taking me firmly by the hand to remove me from my lethargy. First, we skirted the perimeter, peering into it's darkness and then, for a lack of caution, walked right in together as though it were an everyday occurrence.

We kept a sharp eye for wildcats, jaybirds and poison ivy (not to be confused with Ivy, the neighbor's daughter, or, trailing ivy on a blue mail box). I wore long pants and a dead man's shoes, forging ahead to clear the vague trail overgrown in green shadow, twisting south to north with others of uncertain origin intersecting here and there. Arriving at a fork, naturally, we chose the high road.

We bypassed the reed bed where many a crawdad or rollie pollie might wander for a swim or a drink. No deer or unicorns were spotted near its banks. Moonfly was easily able to escape the branches and switches that I had to duck and dodge, flitting beneath while I crashed through above.

A far piece distant, 100 yards or more, and a perilous traverse atop a block wall consumed our return home, though we managed to check ourselves for ticks and chigger bugs having safely arrived. Where's a Opossum when you need one?

'

when I was just a boy

I counted to a thousand -

summer clouds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lost

        lost
              on wildwood road  

                      waterlilies                        

                                directionless

jump out boys

 jump out boys
stare into the azimuth -
first summer day

Summer-like

summer-like day -
    the neighbor's dog
            pisses on a chair