factories, highways,
greenhouses: barriers of
an urban landscape

to me, some things
seem too private
to write haikus about

another reason
to hate
staples

like a parade
of different lifestyles
on bicycles

repeating is believing
repeating is believing
repeating is annoying

the advent of spring
makes plants, but also people,
come out of hiding

a night full of dreams
and yet i can remember
only one of them

lines in a book
triggered a great revelation
about something pretty obvious

encouraged by a kindred spirit
i took photographs
of a dead insect

circling lonely
abandoned and unwanted
and by now unedible