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

If there were ever.
A time. To call. To The Clouds.
I bid, move your lips.
Before dusk, Fairfield, CA; July, 2015

My wish: You’d kiss me.
First my hand, then my forehead.
No words. Just kiss me.

I must walk pretty

And seek proper light as I

Hope to feed others

I’m eternally
On this side of that heaven
My heart knows the hymn

I am wrapped in red.

And next to me, you-shaped air.

And way out West -you.

You’ve awakened me,
yet still evade my fingers.
I feel. It’s a sign.

King and Queen of Hearts
They were Warriors of Love
It was Dirty Work

Me here and you there
Spans no true distance at all
My soul’s tug tells me