He holds the baby tightly outside a Starbucks window. Inside the cafe, she leans toward the man in Armani, whispering in his ear. Two cups of coffee untouched.
her silence . . .
the bare maple holding
a hazy moon
published in Sketchbook, 6:6, November/December 2011
A Room of My Own: Solar Eclipse Haiku - for *NeverEnding Story *readers in North America the air thick with whispers ... solar eclipse