Day into Night

I

Late Afternoon


on a cloudless blue day
the girl in a bookstore
wears a haiku of red cotton quills
that pierce her black haibun-laced knapsack


II

Dusk

on the way home
a leaf through my sunroof
lands on the smell of fresh bread
as irish cream coffee fills up the seats


III

Evening

MD's Blue in Green
trails the room
on a cool summer breeze
and reshapes the ceiling
in billowing sails
of diaphanous white
that slide
up the side of a glass
of blood red
held by the stem
til it drips
down the key of E flat
or maybe
the shadowy trill
of faint voices below
pour slippery refrains
into my moon of what-ifs