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 

who have arrived at where 

they was not going to

heavy rain

but the shopping is in

• coffee time

 good morning 

interviewing myself

• goodbye

 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