February ends

one thousand and three:
seventeen syllables for
fifty-nine days straight

Peter's Mountain

poor Peter's Mountain
overforested, ratty trees
snag the valley sky

Because it shouldn't take 40 minutes to find the rental car return

Orange cone flames lick cars

Dublin Airport construction

Ninth circle of hell.

lunch

refreshingly tart
taut berries in blue and red
harken warmer days

allergic

expectant, the melt brings
mold, bursting forth for new life,
blind spores find my nose

lament

Lot's Wife: salt, grime, sand,
encrust snow—where once beauty,
plough pillars remain.

bleah

after café crème,
swiss miss with industrial
coffee don't cut it

craving

grey day: I find it

hard to write the word mango

though it's on my mind.

catacombs

seven stories deep
six million dead line footpaths
through the breathless dark

no distance in fog.
words here are warm and friendly
fog is far away

peering around

four of us blog now.

two are unknown to me, but

good company, yes.

in which shadows appear

sundial for tourists
eiffel stretches across Seine
telling time for coffee

shakespeare & co

at shakespeare & comp'ny
free typewriter 'for arts sake'
with inkless ribbon

rusty ribbonliess skills
as i sit en-nooked and type
pointless doggerel

writing ghost haiku
for pencil discovery
by faceless strangers

In which we encounter the nearby star

reflections startle
dancing on the icy ground
unexpected sun

Coffee Break

Slow roasted java

Brings me back to waking life

The night owl is back

lost

lost in pere lachaise
disconsolate crows cawout
this way to Wilde's tomb

luggage from DC
lost in translation or just
lost at JFK?

'neath grey stones and skies,
befuddled and lost, each street
a revelation

stone poetry slam

half a world away

gargoyles with googly eyeballs

spout beatnik verses

In Which Weather Plays A Part

Quiet as a kiss
Snow suggests itself again,
tired, salty cars.

chuckles

a transatlantic

marathon of silliness

keeps me in stitches

arrrgh

Deep in Sin City

A lonesome goofball pirate

Misses his sweetheart

gay paree

of two hearts i go
thru weather and great distance
off to gay paree

Bad Day in the Forest

Wind tosses the oak
hard against another tree.
Unlucky poplar.

it's not nice

I'm not quite sure how,
but we have clearly pissed
mother nature off

sparrow's lament

the hawk stares me down
from the middle of sidewalk
"you lookin' at me?"

dead sparrow clasped
lightly in left talon
of peregrine falcon

with a soft rustle
dark blur focuses as
falcon and alights

breakfast dreams

more snow predicted...

if it were powdered sugar

I could make beignet

ow ow ow

parts of me hurt that
I didn't know existed
after digging out

shoveling snow

Mike leaves for Vegas
who would have ever thought I'd
miss shoveling snow?

more snow doom

chinese carryout
tastes better the second day before
lots of shoveling

because of the snow
many trees are heavy and
preparing to break

even more snow

in the falling snow
walk after drinking coffee
and before supper

fortune cookie says
nothing particularly
useful for "in bed"

PANIC!

Snow emergency!
Consult the " readiness wheel"
to know what to do.

white

snowy midstream rocks
support white-covered worlds,
lost cosmic turtles

Groundhog Day

mesmerizing flakes
swirl, preparing me for the
jump to hyperspace

pesky Marmota
your shadow has given us
another snow storm

Puxatawny Phil
emerges from his lair, blinks twice
and sees his shadow

BEEEP!

in, out, in, out, paces
the bored agent thru
magnetometer

the procession starts
suddenly a startled yelp
from excited bomb dog

magnetometer
flashes red then dark then red:
secret service at play

half in half out

my selky pelt lost,
as i shave, half in, half out
of my element

every day is strange
one foot in the future, and
one foot in the past

in desperate need,
do I light a flame or douse
for inspiration?