still no call...
the time it takes a spider
to wrap its prey

aftershock . . .
an open toolbox
among the rubble

two buzzards
call to each other —
endless sky

this pain
not my own...
winter stars

in a wine glass
no longer full
sleepy moon

on a diet
the accountant shares his big mac
with the sparrows

apfelstrudel
the things i'll never know
about her life