There’s no pressed duck here Using the entire bird Scares Americans
@ T.V. I’m king Break a path to the river Dwarfed by the fir trees.
The river’s chuckle Masked by the elk in the slough Compete – neither win.
Snoqualmie’s currents Wash my feet of scent & sense I am my own priest.
Cats head-butt for love Pull the strokes right out of you Then leave to hunt mice.
Dim fireflies glow In small Internet cafes Anti-mating lights.
This isn’t haiku Those need to have a point, right? This, sadly, doesn’t