late spring . . .
oregano sipping
sunlight

whispers . . .
the dryness of a
thousand dreams

hoarse laughter . . .
the weeds dancing
at noon

scorched earth . . .
worms tunneling
darkness



(for Robin Williams)

the echo
of laughter in the stars . . .
oh captain!



dry soil . . .
have the worms aged
as well?



dew drop world . . .
a butterfly stretches
her wings



old woman . . .
feel the dew sliding
down petals



ebbing heat . . .
gray whales towing
porridge clouds



breeching . . .
is it true that
a whale dreams?