Strong wind-
the branch carves a name
in the fence

Monday morning-

again no coffee in bed

and she's gone

A blank screen-

My laptop inquires:

"Save draft?"

The whole morning

will have to make do with it-

this one bird

Her hair dyed again

and my eyes only

see her eyes

Rain again.

A single flower

will do

My breath

like the sunlight

in the air