My faucet’s dripping
air conditioners still hum
a Brooklyn silence

Tethered spider web
spins and drifts, silvery gleam
from a waist-high weed

Harlem Haiku

Three spotlights skitter
across a mist-laden sky
off selling something

outside my window
an owl call cuts through the dark
we talk about shit

Moon-bright flecks of light
drawn on scurrying current
toward dark waterfall

Damn my misplaced faith
I had the key to all things
and then I lost it

Uneven warble
bird song breaking out at dawn
I couldn’t name it