o-tsukimi -
sometimes obscured by haze
but never extinguished
September's dreaming moon
the lantern above my gate
mac

the brave ones

burn bright like

lamps at midnight,

and I lie sleepless

in a bed alone

~K~

Our crew team
running down to the lake
I follow
that boy's blond hair
and his sun soaked legs

bounce in my step
kicking up gravel
my path from here on
littered with
mistakes all my own

avv

a hundred drops slide
meandering and merging
down the window pane
as in life, the path is clear
only after choice is past
mac

thunderheads towering

up through the pink sunset—

this letter

raising the rent

one hundred and ninety dollars

~K~

Are you still
thinking about her —
able to smirk
but not say why she smirked
until even her eyes went out?

dj