Holes in my address book,
ones left from people who have moved on
to destiny — or dust,
are measured precisely
against this desk clock’s minutes
flashing
relentlessly.
Month: December 2019
Random charge on the morning commute
While walking through the station this cold, cold morning I noticed that every single electrical outlet had someone’s phone plugged in, often with someone on the other end of the cord
SALT
Haiku 12.1
Snowfall diffuses
light from street lamps, clouds across
the bowed, waxing moon.
