A Knife Like No Other

A knife like no other
Tip'n'tang bone'to'handle

And a handle to hold onto
To hold on to a thought

The handle itself courteous
Carved of you so rare a dream

New Age

'Twas the time

Of posting gratuitous email
of facebook and of such
of shoaling up mentally like snow
against & over cars burying them

. . . & aren't we glad

To escape humanity hugely
like great waterbirds running
the surface winging flapping
scooping up to an overview

. . . & aren't we glad

Of white clumps mounds below
of undefined shadows
ignoring a waving hand
insignificant amid the chatter

Perfect Family

There is no perfect family only
laughter despite loss or gain
sometimes laughter hiding pain

Misbegivings misattachments
recall a nest of future-past
of people/thoughts always laughing

Snow Dreams/New York City

While raw here cold rain
reminding one of winter
north there's a sticking snow
first of the season

I wonder looking at bleakness
when droning rain will turn
streets & parks white
bare trees leaf'd with ice

Our Mother

Always adamant
passionate she made her rules
in the kitchen & elsewhere
& from her lips important words
would rise while stirring a brainchild

. . . we'd listened too
to pots & pans & free-form thoughts
simmering & What Mom would do

So Much To Tell You

So much to tell you my love
hoping my uttered words
through an open window
become wings or autumn leaves
planing down to earth at your feet

World Series Haiku

Balloons to explode!
No easy way to describe
Yankees well alive!