hai’ku

Full moon over the neighbour’s chimney
Orion reaches
for a slam dunk.

dry’ku II

Strappy sandals;
at every step
my toes launch grasshoppers.

Lizard
trickles across concrete:
memory of water

Wind skitters leaves
across the yard. They crumble
to sand-coloured dust.

Honeysuckle drapes
overflowing wheelie bins:
summer-scented air.