I look up at stars
and see those continued lights,
those possible deaths.
Month: July 2017
Haiku #920
Gently, gently, days
flicker by leaving the nights
to linger around.
Haiku #919
I’ve become
a collector of
broken things.
Haiku #918
I have thought myself
into an endless circle
I can’t get out of.
Haiku #917
That stormcloud house
thundered as it always did
but it never rained.
Haiku #916
Today left
me, again, feeling
feversick.
Haiku #915
Rain on the sidewalk
spills into the cracks causing
miniature flooding.
Haiku #914
You sing the birdsongs,
though you no longer have wings
you still imagine.
Haiku #913
Your words are Kudzu
vines interweaving through walls
of abandoned thoughts.
Haiku #912
Somewhere in the clouds
we dreamt of a light beyond
our own fluorescence.