The cold of the coatless
Barefoot in the winter
Far from home
The why of the camera
Catching traumatized eyes
Near an empty dinner cup
The strength of these hands
Compelled by unknown forces
Closer, closer to their hands
Bite: A Haiku
I will bite deeper
To forget the core of you
Apple sweet Apple
Target
I loved that puppy
He had green glasses
Always a new, too-short beard
And too-high ears
The sass behind the glass of his eyes
Filled me with words
He’ll never know
He was framed
Oh My Violin
Do you know the notes
The particular ones
That linger and twist
Lengthening the horizon
While wafting somewhere
But promise never awayTouch them
Try
Twice Stolen
One escapes to silence
Another only words
And I the trod upon
Intent and mind stolen
Screaming streaming ‘cross my mind
at the bottom of breath
I thought it was not glass shards
And salt to follow
I thought there was whimsy
And my maturity to gain
I thought I was white flame
And you titanium
I thought I was poetry
And you the poet
I thought I knew
And I knew
Reason
Oh great souls and thinkers
Those who dare
Who leave legacies of grace
My deep admiration is yours
But Lord God You
Whose Inspiration more
Sets me free
I am Yours
Clouds Away
Surely the littlest laughter
Is worth the laughable
The Sun thinks so
So then shall I
I laugh
The absurd
I think
I shall
At the hip
It is right
I should place my right hand
In your right hand
That is always right there
Grown Up
I can only
Seek the magic
In you life
I know you’re thereTen again
I’m taken back
To Santa Clause
And silly timesYou were there
I can’t pretend
I didn’t see you
Caring at the tree
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