A romantic name
for a seagull poop splashed walk
among spray and rocks.
Cave of the Winds tour
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Going over Niagara Falls
A schoolteacher in
a barrel did what no man
could – lived to tell it.
Youngstown, NY
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
No such thing as ghosts
Yet I sit up wide
awake in this country inn,
jumping at each creak.
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.
a haiku a day 