Monday With the Middle School, Then Without

fishing club coup skirt-

ed! so, a walk and dillon,

texas as reward.

sunday

when it's sunday, some-

times the clouds feel better, fit

better than the sun.

Independent Education Luncheon

I'm the one who's not
like the others -- not even
what we share is mine.

three-hundred sixty
five haikus, though no one -- that's
me -- day by day . . .

he's from angola;
edgar is his name. he sits
hunched, with folded hands.

azaleas on
the patio, two shades of
pink, preening, flirting.

"when the mountain goes
back to sleep," he says, and walks
into smokey ash.