The Shoe, the End of Summer

on the wet grass
beside the park
a lone summer shoe
glitters
        despite the clouds

I am late already
but the shoe calls,
begging to be slipped
onto the delicate feet
of a princess
        not yet discovered

Three San Francisco Haiku: Phoenix Hotel in the Tenderloin

Three haiku at the Phoenix Hotel on the edge of the Tenderloin

san francisco streets
wrought iron gate, open sky
urban oasis

blue mosaic pool
low chairs arranged artfully
artwork, fountains, fire

outside, the homeless
squeal of buses, 6am
unmerited gifts