hail scatters
on the ancient mirrors
just unearthed
Ikkoku Santo |
I wonder
how the sexless spends
the long night
Ikkoku Santo |
a boy’s
torn shirt
on the hickory branch…
belly flop
Tom Noyes |
full moon
rising -
nowhere on the empty beach
to hide our love
Tom Noyes |
alone at
the stream . . .
a single cicada counterpoints
the silence
Robert Spiess |
staring
at
a blank sheet of paper
a night without words
Paul David Mena |
summer
afternoon –
he rearranges the shells
on the window sill
Ion Codrescu |
bright
moon,dark moon
one clasping the other
this morning
Serge
Tome |
non of
these
footprints belongs
to the snowman
Jim Kacian |
a pail under the eaves -
one drop jumps in
two jump out
Zoran Raonic |