The sun penetrates

The sun penetrates
the wave as it folds over
in a flash of green

Aeolian harp

Aeolian harp
sings something sharper than G
and then goes sublime

In the old quarry

In the old quarry
A groove runs through the hill top
Like a flathead screw

Optimism in drought

Tractors stir the dust
outside my window tonight
Rain must be forecast

"Moon!"

"Moon!" my son demands
and there's no choice but show him
the clouded night sky

Albert Kinsey knew

Albert Kinsey knew
if we are all perverted
the label won't work

Why me?

A voice in my head
says "Why me? Why me? Why me?"
I'm ignoring it

Pucker up

You can kiss my bum
if you want a new haiku
every other week

Thoughts

Thoughts are like fishes
in the subconscious they swim
awaiting a line