His smile is captivating -
It lights up his etched face...

Starlings squabble on
a table full of toast crumbs...

Ball hit high
towards the pavilion...

Shooting stars tonight
standing for hours looking up...

discarded condoms
on streets use to be the worst...

Twist
And turn...

Littering
Is...

On a summer sea
an ocean of promise swelled...

Down the grassy knoll
ewes trot to a low lush field...

A Haiku..
Tangerine slik hangs...

Each step on the tightrope brings
Another jolt of white fear...

Why does a form whisper across my view
In places where the unfamiliar go...