Various Haiku


The scent of the day's
      passing lingers on my hands:
citrus, coffee, you.


Highways, streetlights, blur
      by; only the weight of you,
your hand in my lap.


Sausalito: a
      romantic place to be lost.
Reluctantly, we return.

16 February 1996
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