Heart Throb

There will be silences
when the only sound is
of soles scraping leaves
on wet cement sidewalks.
You’ll breathe through your nose
and swallow thick half-words
that hang up in your throat
while scanning the grey sky for
texture to alight an idea on.
The bonds between flex and crackle
unsure of their command to grow or dissolve
in those quiet moments.

Calgary Haiku


Still in Calgary
I wait for the cold to pass
the cotton heaps up


Breathless up the hill
Watching magpies on front stoops
talking in the shade


Snow now for ten days
The streets smooth then disappear
The river slides past