as eyes seize it
the cost of AI
never to believe our eyes
tell me it’s not true
reading haiku
waiting for nothing to arrive
in all its complexity
time is going slow
for they are not quite out yet
spring daffodils
there was moonshine
on the frost roofs’ reticence
of the past
embrocation shop
slowly reaching up
to the top shelf
two old has-beens
heavy rain
but the shopping is in
good morning
interviewing myself
the lantern blew out
i took a light to the wick
the wind returned
ig gittle git
insulting the dentist
after my injection
shaken by joy
the snow globe is wrapped
and stored away
locked eyes
in the mirror of no reflection
a silver imprint