Nebraska in Summer or Summer in Nebraska: You be the Judge!

Hot Badminton Hot
Hot Hot Thunderstorms Hot Hot
Hot Barbecue Hot

On a City Hill

Amid the dead leaves,
A tear of foil, an ember,
Reflects still first fire.

For some damn reason
measurability is
a pain in the ass.

For Jimmy Smith

I got my mojo
working. Gon' try it on you.
Aw, Roogalater!

April showers: bring
flowers, sure, so long as you
also bring me warmth.

Movie and music:
mystic valley band extra-
-vaganza tonight.

By the Mississippi

From the bank, a branch,
a bag billowing white, wave
in gentle farewell.

Shopping for Wine

No Manischewitz.
I realize it's hard, but please
no Manischewitz.

Weird coincidence.
Recent New Yorker discussed
Cavafy at length.

Hmm, what New Yorker?
Poetry sale at the U:
read some Cavafy.

(Considered it, but
no. Neruda instead and
some Donald Justice.)

Oh, and by the way,
that haiku was written in
a C train T shirt.

Allergies

Spring comes and maybe
it's time to revive the blog.
Haiku! Bless you! Thanks!

Long time no Brian.
I read that New Yorker too.
I miss the E train.

Haiku for Cavafy

We grow infinite
tired and long and fear to rest
our souls forever.

Absent now, but still
In light, in dark, I see you
Adjusting my eyes

Dull leaden nonclouds—
A day when all the sun does
Is keep me alive.

nervous nervous nerv-
ous hearing continued judge
ok padlock off.

quiet tree branches
no squirrel or bird, the clock's
cuckoo gives one cry

In this place I've
always lived, today I see
light on its petals

Look! The shadows choose
this night, the moon is asking
for another dance...

So I'll pencil you
into my penciled-in house.
I will, so I will.