night bus

gristly tires slow
wheesh! pop! doors shudder open
driver looks away





Taking the bus at night, especially in the Spring rain, is Hopperesque. In my imagination it turns into a trolley streetcar passing a lonely all-night diner.

Hillside

mustard's yellows splash
young rice plants blossom nearby
bell wakes the oxen



Photo credit: chilombiano from morguefile.com

Bell Tower

Paused on listing stairs
Faint melody tilts my head
Where'd that cell phone go?


Something eldritch about hunting for lost electronic gadgets. Buzzers, ringers, beepers seem to be everywhere and nowhere. Can't they miniaturize the jingle of bronze?