Jeer

 
 
 

first sound of the year—
 
a crow cracks open its beak
 
to jeer passersby

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Bench

 
 
 

Winter afternoon—
 
shadows leak from every crack
 
of a weathered bench.

Leak

 
 
 

a crack in my cup
 
freshly brewed tea leaking out—
 
solace in wrensong

Breakfast

 
 
 

breakfasting alone
 
crack in my jade-colored cup
 
with tea leaking out

Scratching

 
 
 

insistent scratching—
 
she opens the door a crack
 
and the light leaps in