of “A3G” and the future of UTR, I’ve got more important
things on my mind — like my Indian-Summer hangover
(after a week of 70-degree-days in Washington, DC),
and thoughts of Novembers and impending holiday
seasons past.
traffic light
after the storm, icicles
change hue
Chinese treasures:
the guard positions himself
near the erotica
Zen garden
a dry leaf sticks
in the ripples
Alzheimer’s ward
again father counts
the afghan squares
“traffic light” & “Chinese treasures” – from the haiku
sequence The Can Collector’s Red Socks (2003)
“alzheimer’s ward” & “zen garden” – from from bottle rockets
gone a week —
only the librarian
says “i missed you”
[Nov. 15, 2005]
potluck
I missed a lot of interesting “stuff” while on my
quasi-weblog-vacation last week. If I were posting more, I
his duty as a juror in L.A. County and was impressed with
how hard the band of twelve worked on a criminal assault
case.
