Four Haiku

Behind the old 
telephone poles — the trees 
whispering

Dusk 
birds becoming 
crickets 

After painting
a galaxy unto 
myself 

The library at night 
all of the authors 
anonymous 

Air and Space

Old bomber 
everyone looking 
up 

Blackbird 
absorbing 
the light 

Unbroken 
Mustang — the saddle 
empty

Dragonfly 
landing
on a boy’s hand
 

The Spoils

After winter rain 
the puddles that remain
divvying up the sky  

Museum Pieces

Jupiter struck
in bronze — the thunderbolt 
long gone 

Aphrodite’s hands
always so full 
of herself 
 
The eyes 
in the Secutor’s helmet 
still wide 

Dionysus 
his grapes 
intact