It Was More Than Twenty Years Ago Today
After dinner my wife and I buy some coffee ice cream cones and stroll along the river. I tell her about my idea to add a slide ukulele riff to a song we’ve been working
on. A musical wink to George Harrison, I explain. She’s quiet for a moment, concentrating on the last of her cone, and stares out at the river. “Ringo,” she says,
“must be at least seventy.”
hauling coal upstream
the moon in its wake
First published in CHO 5.2, June 2009; republished in Where the Wind Turns: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2009.