walk talk to trees

but to which one i ask for

all are whispering 

 look pussy cat

isn’t the news terrible 

- purr purr 

 a new year

and the spiders are back

- patience patience 

 the  poet raped the muse

 it was too late

for the moment had passed

and might never return  

 petals fall

the river runs away

chortling

 in the room

dishwasher sounds

in the womb

 thoughts condense 

in the mind’s cooling towers

• haiku drip

 running around 

expounding the quietude 

of a deep breath

 rising wind

orange sky

• warm chair

 prick!

it’s a bramble

i intone

 corner seat

the retired mathematician 

still doing his sums