Yet I sit up wide
awake in this country inn,
jumping at each creak.
No such thing as ghosts
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Yet I sit up wide
awake in this country inn,
jumping at each creak.
Monthly Archives: April 2008
Strangers in a strange town
Our waitress admits
the town has its share of ghosts.
We sleep with lights on.
Lewiston, NY
Riverside village
quaint without self-consciousness,
where arts mix with charm.
Niagara Falls
Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.
New mother
She curls around the
baby like a spiral shell
protecting its snail.
Breakfast for dinner
At a diner it’s
normal, but at home pancakes
seems so decadent.
Harbinger of spring
An unexpected
crocus emerges, smiling
from a brown leaf pile.
Spring break
Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
Natural born plant killers
No one waters them.
Tiny cells plead, but TV
seems more important.
You take after your mother
My weirdness is as
apparent in my kids as
streaks in a fake tan.
a haiku a day 