haiku
blind spots

no tender mercy;
the angel who can’t see me
can’t be moved to care.
photo: kchbrown
welcome Agnes Lucia
Agnes Lucia,
7 pounds, 15 ounces,
born this past wednesday.
homecomings
necessary use

if you bleed me dry,
it’s just that you never learned
to fend for yourself.
photo: Sarcasmo
unrequited 2.5

though I pine for her,
I know she’s an evergreen,
a cold weather tree.
photo: jordan meeter
chameleon

I’m not what you think;
I’m smart and stupid in ways
you might not expect.
photo: Today is a good day
weak apology
to the bug I crushed:
it was nothing personal,
just a cruel reflex.
photo: the flat character
evening drive
chirping crickets blend
with the honeysuckle breeze;
roll the windows down.
who we are, 3
Paris, 4/7/08
carrying the torch:
a symbol of sportsmanship
or oppressive rule?
spring irony
the leaning maple
appears to be faltering
even as it blooms.
*
Thanks to Shelley for kindly offering to exchange seed words. She sent “leaning” my way, and I burdened her with “rejuvenation” (and she made pretty good use of it). Oops, I actually burdened her with “regeneration” - she still did well with it.


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