The Delusion of Coffee (Not Haiku)

Those first moments, I am filled

with heady possibility.

Lists of tasks & adventures-- 

cleaning bouts 

beach trips

long walks

reorganizing cabinets, closets, & drawers

dance classes

laundry!

But as time drips by, realization dawns

that these dreams are just that.

I am left with this same old body, 

which has never quite worked,

& ambitions larger

than a cup of coffee allow.

Written 2 Days Ago

Finally, rain!

Drops fill the birdbath 

& the gutters. 

Walking on gravel...

Walking on gravel—

always a pebble 

in my shoe

10/25/2020

Feathery crane

stalks the grey sand 

------

Blue water--

a lone sandpiper

and many gulls.

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Far off laughter

bright yellow sun, 

bright blue water.

10/5/2020

October Fifth—

wild fire air, and

two mealy peaches.

October 1st Mournings for the Passing of Plum Season

Last Summer plum—

wrinkly purple.

—

October in the

produce section—

no plums at all.

—

Indian Summer

ends. No more ripe plums,

No more cherries.

—-

Last gasp of Summer—

one wrinkled plum.

(This last one is the best thing I’ve written in a long, long time.)

Outside Today

Outside today—

wildfire snow,

blood orange moon.