Haiku 16-18

letting the dog out
to explore in the backyard
red pot of hot tea

once white snow now gray

splashing sound its death rattle

soon to be forgot

man in nursing home 

begins to cry when talking 

about his last house

She’s So Goth

she’s so goth
black black black 

all the time

every. damn. day.

heavy black eye makeup 

she has other clothes 

the opposite of white

I swear I’ve seen them

hanging in her closet

I wonder…

if she ever smiles :)

I’ve never seen her laugh

just staring at her phone 

with the occasional glance up

an occasional bump

into me

a “really”? a grunt

an ‘I guess so”

lets me know 

she cares

I think

I don't mind

I really don't 

I was never good

at conversation anyway

Haiku 13-15

thumpety-thump thump
all the trains at Shinjuku

aroma of ramen

butterfly floating 

flowers on old metal fence

short beautiful life

of all things I’ve lost

I do believe I miss most

my sense of humor 

English Roads

Wales country to the morning
London to the evening

down the classic

English roads

old m.g.

growling away

finding 

a roadside pub

Fife and Horse

Drum and Bugle

or

some such name

fish and chips

a pint or two

of bitter

on our way again

past what appeared

to be an abandoned castle

undoubtedly 

complete with ghosts

playing the bagpipes 

at three in the morning 

medieval armor

moats and all

Hong Kong Shadows

Hong Kong shadows
a blur

dizzying lights

shapes sounds

all its ambiance 

a feast

for the senses 

dockside

many many boats

criss cross

an amount of curiosity 

goods trade hands

an amount of intrigue 

dinner tonight

Ho Lee Fook

drinks

there will be many

but not

too many

step lightly