Amanuensis

For the Author’s sake, 
I wish that I didn’t make 
So many mistakes. 

Busker

The wide-brimmed basin 
Beneath this warbling fountain 
Glitters with loose change. 

SOS

A single dewdrop
Keeps frantically signaling 
From the windswept grass. 

Light Rain

The lonely street lamp 
Standing on the corner hangs
Its head and cries.

Afternoon Shower

Bubbles in a beer 
Rising to clouds of white foam:
Rain going backwards.

Shooting Star

Tip of an old match 
Scrapes the sky but fails to catch — 
Fizzles as I watch. 

The Answer

Biting its top lip, 
Hand held high, a mailbox waits 
Patiently to speak. 

Liberty

Verdigris — the green of Greece — 
Gives our girl her nice patina. 
Free? Not quite — but you can lease 
Its shade with something slightly greener.