Please come back on wings.
With fire in your wings. And teach
me all about pitch.
An Inch: A Haiku
is gold
I’ve prayed glitter
For your path
A pattern-spray that looks
Like plans had for you
Before you graced this place
The underneath that is
Paved with acorns and amber oak leaves
Covered with new fallen snow
This Haiku: October 18, 2015
With each soaring wing
And with the strum of each string
I felt the deep sing

Milwaukee County War Memorial Center; Eero Saarinen, Architect
Boots
What if the mirror told
I was no longer there
Taken, stolen, gone, away
Would you think to care
Would you put up
‘Lost Cat’ flyers
On tall trees
From here to there
Would you seek me
Desperate
For my marching
In your hair
If the warm winds took me
To pillows that allow
My sleepy and my crazy
Would you miss my meow
Tell whether you would fight the winds
For each of our nine lives
To bring me back, once and for all
And marry my green eyes
when i wake
Some One
in the Kitchen
boiling Water
Beside me
with a Light on
with a warm Voice
with a Penchant
for Chai tea
wanting Details
frOm my dreaming
so to Use them
Against me
This Haiku: You’ve Won
In the writing world
In the whole-wide, spinning world
In my little world
Awesome: A Haiku
Sandra
Conquer me in my sleep. Invade my dreams. My right thigh has flexed
in preparation for battle.
I know you can do this, I know that you’re more than soft, broad feathers on your outside.
I am afraid. Kiss the fear from me -you have my permission. Then slay me with what I must learn.


