Haiku Sessions

You road down on a steamer
dancing through the turquoise
& the hard luck land of crimson
sunset back to Holyweed just
to say “adios” one more time

The light falling across the lids of graves
late summer sun already at that
autumnal angle

subject to unintelligible radio voices
in the museum of air

The leaves turn in this light as
a dragonfly rests briefly on the
neck of an empty wine bottle
in the dry grass & weeds of a vacant
lot near the beach (blank spaces like
this all over waiting to be filled
in with words

but you never said a thing
traveling as you are
inside the sound of waves