Haiku Slide Trombone

frozen creek
she braided her ice
in the night

all around me
things become words
too fast

Vermeer’s stillness
on a screen —
jet shaken windows

abandoned house
stay cat rubs
all four corners

crows raid trash —
hunger is
not anarchy

less weeds
more spam
nature’s balance

outside a sickroom
whispers reflect
in white porcelain

trying to count
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at the feeder

bird feeder in snow
swings, one after another
spar sparse sparrows

night ocean
even the fish
smell of stars

snow falling
the furthest trees
disappear first

snow squall
a deer’s eyes sandpapered
by light

obsessive distance
a machine repeats a sound
almost a question

invisible plane
in snow sky following
the sound

window sill jar
cold cherry flavor
to winter woods

through a snow squall
the steel mill’s machines converse —
robotic blips

sparrows in flight
folding the wings
at the right moment

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cold stutters —
spar sparse
sparrows