Haiku.

 

Summer moonlight --

ants still swarm

over a dead bee

mindlessly.

A blue and white mask

blowing around

in the summer heat.

The old man 

mowing the lawn --

his hair rusted white.

Sirens at night

in the city --

slicing through asphalt.

Rice in the cooker

with one bay leaf --

my exciting life. 

One drop

of water

is too much

for an ant.

The red 

of a fresh apple

makes me sleepy.

A blue and white mask

blowing around

in the summer heat.

To sit outside

all night

is beyond me now.

The ripe apricots

litter the sidewalks --

how much riper 

will I grow?

I cover the hole

with leaf mold --

it falls in and

rots. 

I type, delete,

then retype, and

delete again --until

summer is over. 

Heat tastes like copper

Dust sounds like gray dirty ghosts

Wind looks like sparrows