Haiku Sequence

     SIESTA IN SEVI LLE

                                                                  the Giralda tower,

                                                            shimmering in the heat—

                                                            the empty streets

 

                                                            chinks of light

                                                            slipping through the slatted blinds—

                                                            click of the fan

 

                                                            sweat beads up—

                                                            thinking of Santa Cruz

                                                            and strolling guitars

 

                                                            sliding an ice cube

                                                            around my neck and shoulders

                                                            waiting for dusk

                                                          

Stylus Poetry Journal

 

                                                             

Tanka

the family table

all the stains and scratches

under a fancy cloth;

how can I remove memories

left by those who have gone?

Ash Moon Anthology