landscape 

the children know every inch

of an inch

 unstoppable 

the emptying of a rock pool

summer is over

 the bitch summer

is no longer on heat

black clouds gathering

 here and there

slowly the periwinkles 

are waiting

 one haiku

so many readers

of the moon

 satiated

a cat is the epitome

of transcendence 

 summer

no longer a promise

but a pretence 

 strange land

the same sun rises again

but how do i know

 spit them out

they’ll find the soil

autumn’s cat has a white tail 

a leaf meets its shadow

a line

or two

a singular poet

says no one understands me

thank for choosing today

your order number is

scanning the barcodes

on the coffins’ bury by date

when all is said and done

a minute of silence

arguing

about a Möbius curve

the cat is there

i am here

 the cat autumn has a white tail 

 on a wet morning

flowers bowing and bowing

we all seem to know

 a kite

pulling the little girl 

with ponytails