haiku

The heatwave made it
Far too hot for carpentry
We worked anyway


Next to the red barn
Long pools of morning rain
Shine in the cornrows


Riding the ski-lift
Alone
Through ribbons of snowdust


Obituaries-
Knowing someday
The name is yours


After dinner
She snaps the gingham tablecloth
Out the backdoor


The dog to whom
Table scraps were slipped-
Never forgets you


Next the Thrift Store racks
She holds a gingham sundress
To herself laughing


Already she's asked
For a sign
From "the other side"            /TR's deathbed


Big arm bruise:
I've no idea
How


On the log-truck
Still rimed with snow:
Giant Sequoias


Trailing clouds of dust
Kids chase a blue-ribbon goat
Loose in the duck pens                      /Nevada County Fair


After he perished
We found his stash
Behind the Britannica                   /Chuck D.