“There”
Stare from the corner,
not vacant — paranoid, strange.
Is that really you?
Steve D
Stare from the corner,
not vacant — paranoid, strange.
Is that really you?
Steve D

Wilderness tours,
designated swimming holes,
feeding this old town.
Steve D
Minute particles
or lines of code filter, set
to become one whole.
Steve D
The green light flashes,
the screen goes black, fading out
to return anew.
We visited my sister-in-law and her boyfriend at their new place in Philly, and I fully intended to post a related haiku this morning. That, obviously, did not happen. I didn’t even manage to take a picture while we were there. But we had a great time eating, drinking, and having fun with the baby and the dog.
Steve D
Sizzling asphalt
stales the stench over the street;
sweet midsummer days.
Steve D
Edged with brick and mulch,
vegetable plots, flower pots.
Clean geometry.
Steve D
Varied stone layers
make the ground appear all too
sedimentary.
Steve D
New occupation
to occupy the daily.
Day planner needed.
I started my new job yesterday, which means I’m readjusting to a full-time work schedule with a baby schedule to keep up with. Thus, I left myself no time for writing. Trying again tonight!
Steve D
Not merely a yard,
a secluded wilderness
of unbounded dreams.
The house I grew up in, where my pup Teddy loved to run around in the backyard, has been sold. I took him there on Friday to have one final romp through his favorite squirrel-hunting grounds.
Steve D
Tiny flashbulb glow,
candle floating on the breeze,
shadowed by the dusk.
Steve D