Under the Bashō 2017

 

rough bark
coyote fences
with teeth

 



winged shadow
skims the sidewalk--
another thought lost

 



my father’s grip
still crushing
a lifetime later

 

 

new coat of paint
my ex-wife’s birthday
on the calendar

 

 


my brother’s spine
the ladder weakens
rung by rung

 

 

burly men
at the construction site
pink cement truck

 

 


anvil cloud
presses the horizon
this heat