A scarecrow
Tired and pale
Rakes himself up
After the squall

Grackles singing black
Beaking notes of melanchol-
Panoramically

Grey clouds roll in
Over Mount Fuji
– Miyazaki –

Next stop: Haymarket
Doors will open on the left
» subway tunnel breeze «

bat
field
fly

The Big Bang theory
says nothing about what banged,
why it banged,
or what happened
before it banged

Marshy night, feux follets
glow, foo fighters on reeds.
Birds flocking from the fens,

nerve-wracked, prized
possessions left behind,
their collective nevermind,
divining rods to show them away.