Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Return

Replaced here like a restaurant knife
wrapped back in its starchy napkin,
I think of you saying,

"Once I was riding my bike late through Nova Scotia
and as the sun sank into the St. Lawrence,
I felt my fingers on my yellow disposable camera. But,
why record something so transcendent so cheaply?
I don't need this cheap vessel.
I can hold the memory long enough."

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Haiku

an oak's thousandfold
naked, stiff branches blow
in the cold wind

Haiku

a crow's mouth opens
two hard, dry snowflakes fall