haiku

after the last train a man works the floor polisher alone almost snow calculus — the slow accumulationof almost nothing turning the corner into the sudden warmth of sunlight in a light raina woman pushes a shopping cart, singing “Wish You Were Here” new glasses: all of my mistakes now painfully clea

Calder sculpture; a single brown leaf tumbling from the sky published in The Heron’s Nest VIII.2, June 2006 This is my first published haiku outside of tinywords.