staring into the void
at twenty
someone may catch you
if you fall –
staring into the void
at sixty five –
just a black hole
*
window on the night
Rothko bleakness
*
they all want a piece of me
(she said) but the last morsel
was swallowed long ago
*
the never-opened bookcase
glass doors reflect window bars
*
how heartening to see
finally a haikuist
makes the obituaries