#haiku the wind blows all the feathers in the corner

#haiku the cat pins down my phone hand

#haiku that coat on the mile marker a month now

#haiku the fly stayed in the office last night

#haiku letters from the mailbox smell of diesel

#haiku my question about the bird remains unanswered

#haiku something else in the barn tonight

#haiku rain spreads thin the river mist

#haiku lines downtown dispersed by the rain

#haiku rain soaked rock next to the rock the rain just missed

#haiku we think we’re in the meadow but we walked into the swamp

#haiku despite it all the peach tree still holds its leaves

#haiku in the photo he knows we’re watching from the future

#haiku it’s that pebble that gets around

#haiku the hen herds me to the feed shed

#haiku now the sun sets in a pocket

#haiku it’s there the blue in the blue roses

#haiku seems he’s moving fast frog

#haiku all the hens red under the heat lamp

#haiku a few seashells on empty soap boxes

#haiku a feather rushes into the elevator

#haiku still enough to hear the crow’s wings

#haiku the cat’s white feet through the corrugated plastic

#haiku pushing grains of salt up from the gap in the table an ant

#haiku she says you reek of superstitions

#haiku the chips from the blue plate have reached the sea

#haiku fly on the desk looks like the one at home

#haiku first signs you’re a conifer

#haiku I waited thirty years to use that word

#haiku one of your eyes likes me better

#haiku we live like astronauts in our home

#haiku no egg from the molting speckled hen

#haiku still and warm at the center of the evening storm

#haiku the sail on the wind chime stirs soundlessly

#haiku in the shower I smell like the soup you made

#haiku the bird houses on their sides in the shop

#haiku smoke from the burn pile burns through the fog

#haiku right after he’s back he’s gone winter fly

#haiku maybe it was one of the poison kind

#haiku the sunbeam finds the orange leaves in the mist

#haiku the blue mist of dusk yields cows

#haiku now the only place to go is back

#haiku we confirm the moth hasn’t moved in days

#haiku winter fly we’ll call him Lincoln

#haiku he’s back on the spice lids winter fly

#haiku wood dust fire flashes and blows away

#haiku a planet or two makes it through the mist

#haiku Nixon resigns a clipping in the recipe book

#haiku cool sun the jack o’ lantern fades

#haiku the witch has been in the tea cup again