Mr. Great, Mr. Great
I must touch your teeth
They have stories, such great stories
I’ll tempt them to tell
I have secrets, secret secrets
And a contagious splash
See here This Thing, This Shiny Thing
I’ll force your smile yet
This Haiku: Running With Flag
Up and down I trace
Just where are you on my spine
Our roots intertwined
This Haiku: All This Air
My slow-motion reach
And Morse Code tap on your skin
Does it feel sublime
This Haiku: Endurance
Spiky-sharp boulders
Jut at ankles and shoulders
Notice the flowers
This Haiku: Wander Women
Worship our firm feet
Talk to the arch of our backs
Be crazed by our breath
Approaching Wanderlust Squaw Valley, CA; July 2015
Imagine The Dance
Oh, please heart
Entertain no wondrous words
But for sincerity in the strings
Pay no mind to music
Without proof of pure, strong fingers
Only then imagine the dance
Drought: A Haiku
If there were ever.
A time. To call. To The Clouds.
I bid, move your lips.
Before dusk, Fairfield, CA; July, 2015
This Haiku: Silent Hello
My wish: You’d kiss me.
First my hand, then my forehead.
No words. Just kiss me.
This Haiku: The Obvious
I must walk pretty
And seek proper light as I
Hope to feed others
This Haiku: Window Song
I’m eternally
On this side of that heaven
My heart knows the hymn
