Sunday, August 26, 2007


trying to balance
on one foot---
a fly won't let me


crowded train station
the stairs rail is sticky---
August heat


outdoors concert
of Arabian music---
a chorus of crickets


the smile
on his face


cool August---
a butterfly turned away
at my closed window


Madison Square Park
end of August---
no one is in a hurry


her face from a passing car
what's her name---
a waxing gibbous


morning fog---
a coyote
sounds louder


I'm wet and he asks
is it raining---
the redundancy


wearing fleece
in mid August---
global what?


the remnants
of a hurricane arrive---
and his mother-in-law


as I wait for a train---
a pigeon walks
back and forth


eating chicken---
the wish-bone so small
I wish better weather


cold August morning---
I make
hot coffee

Sunday, August 19, 2007


on a swing
only her in the park---
August drizzle


cold in August---
a pigeon retracts
its neck


church bells ring
from the force of the earth quake---
Pisco* destroyed

*city in Peru


she ties her grey hair
in a bun---
August blue sky


in the park
a fairy dances---
August smog


night time
on the beach---
a foolish dream passes by


cutting up red pepper
for the salad---
a drop of blood


overcast August day---
a fly keeps walking
on the floor


the wind turns
her skirts turns---
and my neck


Astoria Park
cool August day---
a yacht blows its whistle


the sadness
in her eyes


a Blue Jay
in the park---
I stare back


bright August day---
finishing the ice cream bar
before it melts


August drizzle---
I go
for a walk

Sunday, August 12, 2007


Madison Square Park
live folk music---
no one wears red suspenders


stargazers ooh---
the Perseid
meteor shower


bright August day---
her bleached blond hair
is unnoticed


the dirty dishes
of last night


once more heavy rain
floods the subway---
rats can swim


morning fog---
to minimalist music


a cool August day---
my friend buys
a hot swim suit


blue August sky---
a moth
on the window glass


August scorcher---
ozone so high
pigeons hang out on trees


August sudden downpours---
my grey hair
got darker


trying to find
drinking water
in empty park---August haze


a dark cloud passes
as the sun sets---
August short fuse


dark August clouds---
looking up Hiroshima
on the map


overcast day---
she cleans her
Japanese lacquer tea tray

Sunday, August 05, 2007


at a bus stop
a woman sells Chinese fans---
August stillness


more iced coffee
as if we need a reason---
Big Apple August


lil* boat
sails by the skyline---
August sunset

*urban slang for little


August lightening---
the fireflies
take the night off


she bends to pick up
water melon---
I keep my hands to myself


our new poet laureate
is a surrealist---


happy hour---
she tells the bartender
she lost her wedding ring


smell of freshly cut grass---
I caress
her crew cut


at the pier---no catches
the big fish busy eating
the small fish


bouzouki music
in the park---
dancing with men


July ends---
the next day is
September First


a neon sign says


Summer pool---
I remember
what Archimedes said


morning fog---
sits well
with the grey in my hair