for 3 months now

1 set of curtains 

UpSide-down 

every day I view the world
through my mistakes

human nature
and its assorted animals
you are no better off
for having left
the barn door open

breathing is painful
from the fractured rib
from the blunt force
from the brush fire you made
dying in the moonlight

the tail is
the last thing to disappear
a red-shouldered hawk
on an antique plow
devouring a mouse

you were always
planning our next trip
summer solstice
the darkness
filled with fireflies

something
to be salvaged
after the storm
a bird's song rising
from the woodpile

Winds were 60 mph last night. Downed power lines in Cedar Hill.

straight-line winds
knocking trees 
into the pond
a school of fish
check out the new arrivals

With The Moon

These are tanka I wrote several years ago. They were published on "The Anglo-Japanese Society" website which is no longer accessible.

with the moon 
against the darkness
I start out small 
in just a sliver
of canoe

lost streets
that twist without reason
except to hold
the shadows
of other people's stories

in the anatomy
of a gray feather
barely a spine--
is that all it takes
to travel so lightly

this morning the river
carries the news before
I can write it down
three deer are swimming
towards me

buried in hands
a face tired
of holding itself up
I know not if this church
is for prayer or sorrow

the red-faced stare
of a rundown house
like tall tales
no one remembers
where the bricks came from

through hills and valleys

the water flows uninterrupted

until it turns into river--

we drink in the views 

along with traces of metal