Blue morning glories
 
have escaped my neighbor’s yard
 
and invaded mine!

Thunderclap

 
 
 

Nearby thunderclap—
 
three barefoot children scramble
 
to escape the storm.

Kite

 
 
 

First day of the month—
 
a red kite escapes and floats
 
above the housetops.

Laundry

 
 
 

hanging up laundry
 
on a windy afternoon—
 
one white sheet escapes

Escape

 
 
 

escape from sunrise—
 
descending to the valley
 
from the mountaintop

Escape

 
 
 

scribbling some haiku
 
while the preacher keeps droning—
 
my escape from hell