Sand Hill Review

Four Senryu

construction site

  nose stain

  beneath the knothole

between beats—

the brief shadow

of the conductor’s baton

yard-sale Sunday—

neighbours buying

each other’s junk

on the bottom shelf,

the book about

chiropractics

Five Haiku

cathedral bells . . .

the chestnut vendor’s

steaming cart

home on Christmas Eve—

the street-corner santa

unbuttons his shirt

flying for a moment

in the spring air

the squealing baby

inner-city playground

guywires

on the fresh sapling

dissipating mist—

a man with a red gas can

walking the freeway