un domingo gris
y pasa en cicleta
la luna negra

midday may ~
breaking quarantine
sitting ducks
<aún miro bokiabierta>, dijo susan,
<komo un joben pájaro, insatisfecho,
para una kosa ke me a eskapado>.
rainy late afternoon
outside my blinds
seagull sounds
from my office chair
Spring infests ~
afternoon traffic,
this ol’ frog.
Frosty March ~
huddled together
winter pinecones.
Light spring rain ~
just a dandelion
tortured to death.
Late February…
& squandered fog —
O, how squandered…