The first, a sister, was an I told you so, an
I could see it coming for years; the second,
a youngest brother, an aberration,
startling, unexpected, difficult to comprehend,
now, every morning, needing only the fingers on one hand,
we count; we clean and spruce up;
we take our own measure;
now, some of us together, some of us alone, now
we wait.
growing old
Haiku 7.17
See, for the most part
poems die with the poet,
never again read
Haiku 7.16
Silent ring for years
I switch the phone to screaming
and pray before sleep
Haiku 5.17
Names, requests, phone calls
all used to be clear but now
the whole world mumbles.