A sculpture wonders
of gravity’s betrayal
as it lies shattered.
Month: June 2020
Haiku 1658
The walls, constricting
the bed becomes a sinkhole
my eyes become tired.
Haiku 1657
Mystical, almost —
the river glows in morning
blue jays construct nests.
Haiku 1656
Somewhere, a dog barks
somewhere, a golden sunset
somewhere, crickets sing.
Haiku 1655
I have thought myself
into a spiral again
difficult to leave.
Haiku 1654
The upstream
roaring against you —
keep going.
Haiku 1653
Inviting garden
the thorns cut at my ankles
I barely notice.
Haiku 1652
The ants found sugar
a secret search for sweetness —
a small gathering.
Haiku 1651
The fireflies glitter
the birds, silent, hide somewhere
the stars shine faintly.
Haiku 1650
An infinite sky
what the tarot cannot see
I look — I wonder.