for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

summer souvenirs



under a maple tree

robin struts alone




stones on the shore

spell out words–

i pick dots in the i’s



on the water

full moon halves the bay

we hold hands


I give myself $500 each for these summer souvenirs.

August 19, 2009 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , ,


  1. a lovely set.

    something halved, something joined by a full moon – love it

    Comment by Dalloway | August 19, 2009 | Reply

    • Thanks again, Emma.

      That’s truly how the moon floating on the water in Schelt, Vancouver Is, where I was three weeks ago formed the image–how such seeming serenity and beauty sends some kind of panic over a split, and how in panic a hand creeps to grasp another’s.

      Comment by alee9 | August 19, 2009 | Reply

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