Written Today

Grayest May in decades;
yet, pinkish white blossoms on
the blackberry bush.

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Low tide--
my feet crunch down rocks, shells,
and hermit crab bones.

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Sign of Spring--
a bumblebee jumps into
a poppy head first.

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This dreary May--
Sunshine in the form
of dandelions.

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Star jasmin grows
on the outer walls
of the outhouse.

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Solitary beach...
I see a pack of men
and turn around.

9/29/15 (It wasn't this hot yet!)

This sunshine is weak.
Where's my Indian Summer?
My feet are cold!

5/12/15

I eat avocado
and pretend it's summer.
My cold feet though!

5/17/15

Redwood floors,
warm and old -- such a comfort
after cold tile!

Senryu from 4/9/15

Useless twin blanket!
My feet stick out,
uncovered.

4/27/14 II

This bleak morning came
too early. And there were no
beignets-- just cold feet.

Perfect

My feet in warm sand,
wind at the side of my face;
crane drying its wings.