a brief moment

but the ink

dries slowly

another haiku

in my journal

paycheck to paycheck

searching for smiles

these days

in the next room

she says ouch

while making dinner

stenciled birds
the sky
on her shirt

a blank stare...
those deep blue eyes

a dream about
pocket watches
-waking up thirty years old

old geezer
the lichen covered
fence post

nasty old vines

most of the year-

wisteria blossoms