Globalization

Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.

Blogosphere

If everybody
blogged, we could not go to war
knowing each other.

Comments

Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.

Extraction

props to kevin for this one

Many haikus wait
to be culled from your poems
Thin slivers of you.

Daddy & daughter decanted

with props to Bonnie and best birthday wishes

Love, like wine, improves
with age. The Bonnie/Benny
vintage most of all.

Autumn night sky

Stars so sharp they are
holes in time, the past shining
into the future.

Majesty

My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.

Transformed

Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.