purple storm clouds the city streets marred by violence

roommate sawing logs my morning eyes feel gritty

found haiku, cont.

pottery shop dust a young sales clerk with her arm in a cast

old weather vane spots of rust on a black horse

green fields and clouds of sheep painted on a watering can

halloween makeup only his eyes stay the same

2 a.m. at denny's the cook tapping out jingle bells with a spoon

locating a star I use the span of my hand to measure the sky

kimmswick trolley 3 clangs away from empty seats

bernadette on my bookmark the closest I've been to a saint

demoted to the sale shelf an angel with one wing

summer heat you know it's a funny thing he says without smiling

in through the out door because it's open

yellow moon I don't need a beer to feel good

junk mail the stick nest of wrens in the bluebird's house

candles and flashlights the scent of rain all around us

thunderstorm warning our house a blue dot in the red zone

brain fog my eyes a bloodshot roadmap of everything I've read

friday's meeting one foot of the park bench in the floodwater

Rainy Day Landscape

small hailstones linger around the toppled irises

may day a child snatching a maple seed from midair

spring break our contrails cross

thursday's mold count more than my yearly income

the unplanted corn the flooded fields the idle farms

sandbags becoming part of the landscape

squirrel fitness center a downed tree with a bird feeder

cold front the politician I trusted untrustworthy

rainy day rampage the rivers rage on

art class none of us paint like van gogh