the waitress
points the way to the toilet
with a coffeepot
finally allowed
up on the kitchen counter:
the cat’s boxed ashes
the waitress
points the way to the toilet
with a coffeepot
finally allowed
up on the kitchen counter:
the cat’s boxed ashes
mom’s weekend away
dad cooks
our eggs “Navy style”
best friend’s girl
I taste the nicotine
on her tongue
black sheep
on the ship’s manifest
grandpa’s name
late night revisions . . .
my haiku drifts
into senryu
New Year’s Eve —
the first firework
wakes the cat
quiet night in
he balances a beer can
on his belly