#haiku fog everywhere cat bound by the beetle

#haiku you talk about the moon like it was a biscuit

#haiku stone by stone we look for memory’s remains

#haiku where the paint’s peeled fly damp in the misty dawn

#haiku the goat stares at a tricycle through the chain link fence

#haiku the flame on the pool of oil moves like a teeter totter

#haiku you missed it the stove took the moth

#haiku dead trees green with lichen

#haiku rain shadow rustling with pockets of light

#haiku you wind up in her cabinet behind the tigers

#haiku the conifers in small patches gleam in the sun

#haiku when we look for it the rain has stopped

#haiku wood piece resembling a dead bird in a different place

#haiku that’s what you get for picking up the lens

#haiku staring at the dark the dog keeps two feet in the house

#haiku smeared and smudged by clouds low crescent moon

#haiku the hen stretches her wing until it fans

#haiku at least it’s a different cheese

#haiku tiny pearls of dew in the clover crevices

#haiku forgotten relics show up in the number eight

#haiku the succulent leaf on the table sprouts thin roots

#haiku now only four things you can talk about

#haiku in the garage inexplicable green grass grows

#haiku rains all day you never see it happen

#haiku last day of summer in the shower beetle

#haiku our toes still touch now and then

#haiku sliver of terracotta in the wood shavings

#haiku I blow cat hair from your face it gets in my eye

#haiku a little juice for the deluge

#haiku the hen jumps up for the tip of the grain

#haiku your pillows creatures in the bed that can’t be woken

#haiku you overhear a mirror spell

#haiku of course we’re ruled by liars and actors

#haiku still all summer prayer flags catch a breeze

#haiku the crickets know desire requires distance

#haiku inside you a tiny world eating its way out

#haiku in front of the stars the clouds do what they can

#haiku when you reread it the last twenty pages are gone

#haiku under constellations the hens choose their boxes

#haiku a corner of the green towel touching the blue towel

#haiku we’re not sure why the potted ivy is swaying

#haiku fires at dusk the doves bark like a dog

#haiku slowly sinking the pill leaves a blue trail

#haiku you share your panties with me while you paint the trim

#haiku angry hens on the roof of the latched coop at dusk

#haiku the moth and the gnat jockey for the brighter bulb

#haiku Scarlatti keeps the raccoons in the blackberry hedge

#haiku the cat waits in the grain shed for the mice to grow up

#haiku the radio tells me you went somewhere last night

#haiku salt soap the walls damp from morning fog