cobra plants
Some Haiku

Cathy Barber

Footfalls on berries;
     muddy fire, mundane orange,
         unexpected white

Distant, the building
    is smaller than my nail. Soon
        I will enter there.

Hot snake on a hot
    rock. The hawk's shadow offers
        a flicker of shade.

               in the bay, the shape-
shifting waves leave an absence
    there and there and there