Tuning

Shrieks ensue shrill cries.
The symphonic notes rise high.
A string quartet sings.

♪♪♪

Invisible

People stare and frown;
My skin tickles and grows cold.
They do not see me.

a commuter’s woe

A drowsy morning:
Track maintenance slows a train
To an old turtle.

Deux Haikus

A tear, falling fast
The stream flows into her mouth
Silent forest waits

*

Nebulous sky floats
The clouds, fat and desperate
Crackle with thunder