suddenly

the laughter of dry leaves 

falling in love

 setting out

with half a moon 

for company

 flickering candles

tell many shadowy tales

be quick now

 summer’s straw

autumn’s ashes

spring’s bricks

passing

the funeral cortège 

a delivery van 

  bone fox

in the cemetery of falling 

the day leaves

 leaves in the long wind 

the quivering of your lips

oh mammy mammy

 innumerable 

the leaves and the lives

in this pagination 

 reading the news

as the dusk’s colours deepen

same old news 

 in the cemetery 

leaves falling on toadstools 

buried treasure

 off sick from school

reading the Marie Celeste 

mum  mum

 a cat never chills

they are all waiting

to pounce

 going over

at the end of the rainbow

the golden tree

       moon’s light

              just a fox                   

 trotting down the road

followed by another fox

                   fox

           moon’s light 

the dead bird

that is now soaked by rain

was spun by wind

it once pointed west

now it points north 

 life is chaotic 

but here we are at this point

of order

 chasing impetuosity 

with the staple remover

wet with tears

 yeast of my day

on the way to the bread shop 

the sun rises

 eventually

every temple becomes 

a home for wild birds

 winter sea swimming

capped my skin scarlet 

and the vests are ons

outstare a fox and

it will pop up behind you 

hiding a smile 

sharing the crumbs

breaking a crusty silence

warm soup 

 sip by sip

your haiku warmed my heart

the light in our eyes

 the world seemed to end

every time we made love

there was always tomorrow

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 that kiss

our bus finally arrived

fifty years later 

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buy two get one free

and double points 

 we were kissing

in the doorway of tomorrow 

waiting for the bus 

watching the moon set

it’s the highlight of my day

when the sun comes up 

 discovering the truth

that truth remains to be

discovered 

 soon to be

at full tide

swimming

 life

at the half-life

of caffeine 

parallel haiku

  heard                        he said

what he said            that sounds interesting 

i said                           tell me more

 autumn cares

the cat and the pagoda

please don’t fall 

 monkey monkey 

are you happy or sad

on your bamboo swing

 cold stone staircase

to the mummy’s tomb

summer’s museum

 dashing out

the cat stops and looks behind

a long short time

 of course

he could have

but he didn’t

 the old dog asleep

opens one eye and then another

food for thought

 inner city

the trees are fixed in tarmac

safe as houses

autumn’s leaves

golden coins dropping into 

the purse of spring 

 the tides are

the tides  the tides  the tides 

are the tides 

 bagatelle thoughts 

the rattling of ball rhymes

makes a poem of sorts

timeline

that breaking news

is still breaking 

 the coffee machine

has just had an orgasm

strength eleven

 under a street lamp 

a tree loses its leaves

days until christmas 

if it is just point and shoot 

why can’t we all do it

although we all do it 

 is it too late now

realising who i was

i see who i am

 Dupuytren’s 

unable to wring my hands

at my misfortune 

crack

black sky
silver sea 

 waiting room

the fly that landed on my knee

gets seen first

 this universe thingy

internalising the concept

that there is no outside 

 october

the leaf is a mouse

the mouse is a leaf

 there is a haiku

it is sitting over there

i am over here 

why is it sitting over there

why am I sitting over here

 breakfast girl

pointing out the garden

with a spoon

 hay days are over

stirring in the amber runes 

autumn

a rain squall

loosing count of the leaves

falling falling 

 i came i asked

what is the temple’s fortune

it remained silent

 wind

through the cosmos 

why the rush