little spider

climbing this high wall

- why

 our tides come in

our tides go out 

the moon shines on

 suddenly

a thunder shower

raises my eyebrows 

 disaster 

there are videos

how awful

 the sea can permit a moment

when its back is turned

when one can imagine if

 wet morning

coffee and jazz dripping

syncopation 

 the lake

overlapping my thoughts

endlessly 

 green rain 

the steady morning drips

slowly 

 out across the sands

a butterfly meets its shadow

off-shore breeze

 haiku

autumn leaves falling

in love again

 late august 

the long shadow trees’

leaves

 rain

my daily swim will be

twice as wet