For whom the bell tolls

From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.

Trying Twitter

Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”

Daylight Savings Time – March 9

Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…

The other half lives

It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.

Empire State Building – at the base

Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.

Morning in midtown Manhattan

In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.

Among extraordinary women

I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.

1964 World’s Fair Unisphere

Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.

haikouldn’t ask it of you

“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.

I’ve lied to you

A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.