The thing about heartstrings
They do what they wish
Without warning
Ignoring caution
And against one’s will
They rise to the skies
Like vapor
Or silver skyscrapers
And play out
Some symphonic plan
The Wrong Question: A Haiku
If there’s a reason
For the late-December rain
It’s to look deeper
Home Anew
Were you there when the dark eyes lit up
Shining bright, full of freedom and thanks
Did the cultural kiss and the giving good gifts
Lift your hope to a much higher place
What of when, with a pen in the hand
Beauty flowed, coming straight from the heart
Will you write with by-line, their stories most sublime
Should these smiles be denied brand-new starts
Paint!: A Haiku
I’ll have graffiti
Swept across sacred places
I’ll watch you at work
Otherdust
The caravan lurched to a halt
We fling open the door to the night
And laugh looking back
Veils whipping in the warm quiet
Lock-step, foreheads forward
Through sand and scorpion
Drawn, we touch
The star-dusted moment in space
Where you tore time
Start
I’d breathe deep
As if to draw closer
The shoulders of him
The ones that he’d shake
The ones where I’d rest
As he breathes deep
Almost To Harbor
Reach out
Despite the dark
And please take the hand
That
Despite the dark
Reaches out
To you
Did It Hurt: A Haiku
Tho’ first I’d declined
I saw the light peeking through
So sprang to my feet
Figure Eight
Exhausted, this path
Deliberate and unknown,
Found us reaching out
Spiral
Thank you
You song
That sings me to sleep
You billow-brushed voice
As I spiral deepDown Into the slumber
My arms pull you close
“Come with me” they ask you
Eyes already closed
We whisper “I….”
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