haiku poets

when their paths divide

they meet at last 

 with dawn

comes the bone fox

foxingly home

 skylark flying

as high as my neck

 a poet

is a hermit living

on a volcano

 mid summer nights

barking dogs and motorbikes 

• maddening heat

 tombstone 

tomorrow’s plans

‘page not found’

 when a tree falls

the path detours

hanging by a thread

the spider in my bed 

to the guest room 

 tap dancing

with my shadow

in the footlights

the poet hanging 

ambiance on minutiae 

as the stream flows

 the precarious profligacy of the insensate gene

 very big spider

eating a very big fly

- tomorrow arrives