haiku, for now

The leaves fall - rake time
Again, a bit of world dies
Rake them up. Again, spring.



Addendum:

This is the belated fall.
Let's see what is lost and what shall be sewn
into summer day dreams of what
was then  was now

I am the Ordinary

The Ordinary

I am all of the ordinary things

You put into a box, and store away

“to deal with later”

I am all of the ordinary things

that tangle

with other ordinary things, Living

in the junk drawer, waiting to be used –

Visible only when searching for the scissors, or a rubber band,

a part of the mess, a nuisance

You are the flashlight

that sees only what it wants –

all else is dark

What little light you spare

falls onto others, less ordinary,

Or just as lucky as I was

Once upon a time:

To be pulled from the dark,

only to return

to the light cast by your shadow

I take what I can get, Even

the Ordinary

Unusual Spending on Home

Often, I have found
a locus, a fly, a cockroach – dead, yet

whole on the ground
the body of the insect dry as a tomb
empty, like so many robbed graves

a Sailboat, a Motorboat, another Sailboat
each covered with tattered, weathered wings – a blue tarp
spread across its carapace

This strip of land is a place where dreams go to die,
good intentions to fix, repair, rebuild, reuse, Resurrect

      Echo through the hollowed shells
      that represent my father’s hallowed vision of
      Better

Stray dogs without a home, make shelter where they can take it
Find food in others’ discarded remains of a meal
      They howl, at something, somebody, into the wind

Cries so loud, so poignant
Unanswered

This is where dreams have died, and
Ships sailed long ago

Take in another stray – someday he might love you
the way he never could