Six Haiku
Thick books satisfy -
a fat sandwich packed
with madmen, lovers.
Phone call
A call from my son.
I hear him smile down the phone.
The house seems warmer.
frozen puddles snap
like toffee; ice cream cones melt
to fir trees; lawns to lace.
The road shines with frost.
I walk stiff legged and afraid.
Doggy Fourlegs trots smugly.
Where are my friends ? I
miss them. How can I laugh alone ?
Weeping is too easy
Not the man I was
yesterday, nor the stranger
I shall meet tomorrow.
A Terrible Fear of Cheese 