later than you think

the snake days of summer

on the stone walls

 old age 

reading the day 

on my pill box

 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