Poetry written in Germany:



A lonely contrail
moonlit against winter night
cleaves the sky in two

[MUC = Munich Airport]



Sitting in a train
U6 to Garching-Hochbrück
bored out of my skull
Wondering how to
transform a malformed poem
into a haiku...
I turn my head to
see what happened. A small girl's
balloon exploded.



The bird, of what species I don't know, swims hopefully toward me.
But: "Das Füttern von Fischen und Wasservögeln ist untersagt."

Besides --  I have no bread anyway.

Poetry written elsewhere and elsewhen:

Autumn Romance

Summer Song