I'm torn between letting everyday haiku, senryū, and other short forms float away into the stream and skipping my pebbles here. I'll try posting for a bit and see how it feels.

For Kathleen:

The week has shattered
into shards. Empty bottles
toast the fledgling spring.

In response to Kris Lindbeck:

I had forgotten
senryū most accurately
reflects what I write.

Classy, MARTA style:

Sell switchblade lighters,
call her bitch behind her back,
then go for digits.

Listening to WWOZ one fine evening:

Dr. Longhair rolls
out the speakers, our outside
crickets as chorus.