Haiku 65

I lie still… game breeze combs my hair

I’m a poor host– some of my books can’t stand up straight

Rain…? Or just wind clacking the leaves?

Slow July… water pauses in the sink

Downtown Jesus… spiderweb, cheek to shoulder

Lying flat… hoping to catch galactic drift

That gravel beach, instantly damp– dog shaking off

Evening courtyard… dachshund squeaks beyond the fence

Afternoon shade… pigeon pecks between street seams

Monday– truck roars, confident for the week

Late July… two dandelion seeds dance the wind

Switch off the alarm! perforce, to save one dream