346 Storm before daybreak Garbage cans tip in the dark Scraping the sidewalk Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
345 Wedged tightly but warm Bird scratching under my feet My floor his ceiling Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
344 Embroidered chair back Looking out into the night Too short to sleep Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
343 Window full of roof Brown man-sized bean bag, cupping This body at rest Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
342 Solitary street Wind moving through dead branches Louder than last night Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
341 Bubbles frozen white Cracking under runners’ feet Faces wrapped in cloth Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
340 Winter Orion Just above the horizon Sinking slowly south Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
339 Screen twelve now seatingFront half of strangers lit upNight when we walk out Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
338 Glass-front laundromatFingerprints by the closed signDarks in the drier Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
337 Two inches tonightShovels scraping on concreteTill stuck between bricks Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
Ten Thousand Haiku 