History

– a haiku sequence


red sky 
in the morning 
2% chance of rain

two crested pigeons
and a mudlark 
walking ahead of me

pandemic
I crave a thing
I threw away

40 degrees –
the melting tar 
follows us home

nothing more profound 
paper poppy petals

clouds 
the poppies stop 
opening

tai chi
stepping in   
the ocean    
stepping out

moonlight
sinks into rockpools
a-ne-mo-ne

shooting star 
at year’s end . . .
I don’t know what it means

zoonotic . . .
consequences
corral us