a touch of fall haiku

revved up like a rocket

anna's hummingbird blurs out of frame

pistil to pistil 

bloom against bloom

in what language do i give my praise

my gratitude in witness

the hard light of the workday

bows out to cooler evening

& i am a pitiable poet

who lacks the courage to say

anna's hummingbird 

speeds out of focus & is my judge

in memorium koon woon