At day’s end I fall
into the red not having
known the poem of you.
Steady Now
Cry, cry, cry
The entire walk home
Should you need to
Just jut that jaw still
And lift those eyes hill-ward
That all must be well
Sport: A Haiku
Here beyond the first
base line, I believe you can
get all the way home.
Space
So many sitting side by side
It feels old
Go over there
Far
We will steal chances
To see the whole of the other
From time to time weave to and fro’
And I will watch
The work of you
The seeds that sow from you
Say that to me
Kin: A Haiku
Unsettled I am
Reflecting on the fine line
Hope and Delusion
Watching Them
Red-blooded bird
Black mask stealing
Her olive heart
Full speed ahead
Swift wings chasing
Strong wings
Her tangerine mouth
Mocks that lovely feathered cone
Atop that busy head
She forages below
What does she know
He thinks
Brink
We force shadows
Calling darkness all the brilliance
Why
For what high purpose
This low comfort
Push, gasping for dear life
Step finally through
It is dawn now
The harpist begins soon
Everything need not ache
Cold Fate
No soul
Will care
To cry
For youYour arms
So strong
Will stay
Stone coldThat fate
Was sealed
Those years
Ago
Different
A deep taste
A long listen
A true breath
Today
Amber Jade
She clutched with warm, weakened fingers
At the cold, cold concrete
Fallen
On purpose to remind herself
She would never, never
Never, never win that dance
In the contest she didn’t know she’d entered
