Long Distance

Playing telephone 
my son holding his hand 
in a different shape 

False Advertising

The raven 
on my Poe Museum highball 
flitting 

Sheep’s Clothing

Stray clouds 
somewhere a propeller 
growling

Tribute

After Bob Weir died 
the crickets playing long
into the night

Spelling Bee

The eraser 
on my number two pencil 
as I write this 

Graffiti

Windy afternoon — 
the sun’s reflection writing 
something on the wall

Metamorphosis

Old copy 
of Kafka — a bug 
inside