Christmas LED lights

Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet

Abandoned haiku blog

My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.

Away too long

Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.

Silence

You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.

Unemployed Christmas

Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.

Ugly photo

She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it

She watches me…

…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.

Not among the 6%

“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.

“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger

Already mid-July

And so summer goes
like fishing line cast into
swift moving waters

Job search

Panera’s didn’t
call, nor Applebee’s. Rejec-
tion’s hard at sixteen.