Haiku
What does this cat think strumming his tail with such ease to fugues of Bach? All sound disappears. The earth is calm, mild, silent... my love has come near. Luncheon by the lake. How lucky we are to have such a large finger bowl. A cup of coffee warm fat pancakes bubbling up my haiku breakfast. Cool bright delicate. Let me wear it around my neck, this soft splash of rain. Who threw a ladle full of moonbeams on my celery green grass? What discus player threw a tangerine moon on top of Fourteenth Street?