There’ve been before
Decisions
Similar enough
I searched and said yes
The difference now
You have me
I have nothing
In exchange
That doesn’t scream silence
Cold and dark
Along: A Haiku
This cold winter day
Will you drive us to the sun
Your hand on my knee
all we are
A token
A tally mark
A trade for his timeA Right Path
A rescue
A reason his rhyme
Rattle: A Haiku
No. It’s a new one.
Lower and sweeter. All mine.
It involves some strings.
Rain dance
The whole world
Spins somewhere
But here
Its soft hum
Is nothing
Like this
Such curved heights
It knows not
Of how
Let my rain
Rinse clean now
War paint
scorched earth
So what I lingered
As I do
‘Tis my birthright
My good burden
To notice
To stop and to share
Did you need tear down the house
Ego so starved
The gift of my promise you owned
I was home
When I raised the roof again
You fell to your knees
Out you crawled from our hope
We filled your chair
Revealed
Face the cold for me
Take the risk for me
More than promise you will find
I will warm you to the bone
And reward you with a home
Parrot
What if I offend you
Then anger
Then praise
Should I lift you up here
Or mirror
Or lead
You use me as lifeblood
Your backboard
Your tee
What role ought I pursue
If any
If all
Know with all assurance
You’re a fig
Now speak
Particulate
Don’t pretend
You matter
You matter
Don’t pretend
of your youth
What colors
What flowers
What oaths
What wings in hearts and on eagles
What souls
What yeas
What nays
What presence of light and of shadow
