Haiku 3
Small green sand bucket
Holding my daughter's laughter
Ebb tide pulls away
Poetry
Baby Talk
Tear-filled fear at the start
and then the excitement
of buying a high-end stroller we pushed around the mall
filled with doll clothes and music boxes
in preparation for our still imaginary fare.
That night, I caught you round bellied,
surveying my construction of the crib.
Your expression frozen in
Phrenology
"Hey daddy, do you have a picture of just you in a frame?
So I can remember you when you die."
The memory of you, silhouette against the lake, pensive and staring out
into reflections and ripples, casting a net of thought,
almost indistinguishable from the pillars of