Haibun 32

leaning on your velvet door

the whole hippie thing was short lived thankfully but we deserve a small amount of credit for ‘things’ that would have happened anyway. at least that is what this old hippie thinks.

spinning
my plastic globe
the moon at the window    motionless

Haiku 13

cherry blossoms i would love to put them in a poem this winter night

a scarecrow disappears in the field fast falling snow

winter day
even my buddha
starts frowning

my moleskine
a binge of words…
all on the margins