Cherry blossoms fade—
 
I hear Sister Lizard call:
 
“Come to where I dwell.”

 
 

How many reasons
 
do I need to write haiku?
 
One lizard will do.

 
 
 

The lizard mama,
 
abandoning her offspring,
 
looks for breakfast flies.

 
 
 

A lizard joins me
 
on the log where I’m sitting
 
beside the dirt path.

 
 
 

After-Easter feast—
 
a lizard snatches one fly
 
after another.

Space

 
 
 

the space between things
 
concealing a meteor
 
and a lizard’s tongue

Flowerbed

 
 
 

In the flowerbed
 
a lizard hides at midday
 
from the blinding sun.

Morning

 
 
 

on their tails lizards
 
carrying the first faint glints
 
of Sunday morning