Haikai of Anywhere

my old friend stares out

sees strings of tiny tots

following their leader


a cloud dims the light

wanders on, chased by the sun

sweeping the sky clean


in his frosty camp

the bearded hermit listens

hears the deer joking


the night wind pushes 

an empty grey shopping cart

its rasping black wheels


green trees are cheering

the tender autumn birds

golden their farewells


rain feeds the dark lake

a waterfall grows downstream

one loon is crying


swimmers poke the lake

the only gull slices by

is that a turtle?


The big black bass I didn’t catch

Laughed at me all night long


The waves are so tiny

Even the lily pads ignore them


Six blue jays argue

While the blue heron stretches

Making up his mind


Green fly hides on lily pad

As blue dragonfly sweeps by


Clouds peer down at us

Morning pines, a flag blowing

One flag, any flag


beak full of catkins

sparrow hunts for just one more

grabs it and flies off


kissed by the river

standing in a withered rank

just plain black pilings


under a gray sun

old men on green benches

some chant marching songs


the monk by the pond

smears his ink, wipes his paper

trying to draw rain.


the light on the tracks

pushed on by a moving train

soon forgets itself


Night wind in blue light.

A mirror of violins.

Crimson star, white swan.


Ego on, then off.

Here I am, see, now I’m not.

Lightning bug. Firefly.


Monkey finger clouds

suggest a change in weather.

Someone tell the ice!


behind dark windows

up there in their private club.

two lovebirds converse.


he crouches and leaps

blurs as he flies, then lands.

that reckless squirrel.


One sparrow, then ten.

Buildings hum, windows open.

Wise guy thinks it’s spring.


The fog drops gauze balls

on a jet black umbrella

then it wanders on.


if that little flea

thinks he can colonize me

he’s mistaken


an egret flies by

sets down by a small canal

flaps, and goes to work


If you want breakfast

my old squirrel friend, then you

need to seem humble