Nonet

Like a hurricane the wind blew hard

Reminding us of nature's wrath 

I grab the hung clothes inside

These little cares of life

Incomparable

with the horror 

or sweetness

left in

air.

Santorini

In the middle of the vast blue sea

the blue Mediterranean

I met a little puppy

To me she seemed lonely

Her name was Yoko

And she was cute

She came close

And said,

"Yo”