Two More Haiku-ish poems reflecting on spring in urban suburbia

The traffic cannot overcome
the scent of green life
or the sound of dripping rain.


The puddle holds a brown pine cone
and the image of white window panes.

Two Haiku-ish poems

Abandoned House

The dominoed roof tiles peek inside at the floor of plaster and pine.



Seen at a stoplight in Downtown Chicago

The stacked brown buildings squeeze the sky
until their windows splash with blue.