Day In, Day Out: A Haiku

They need me badly
All the small atoms of hope
In his quite large heart

Banquet: A Haiku

There is the timing
‘though this feels far from royal
Drama, let us dance

I think it was June.

Yes, it was June. Perhaps. Please.

I pray it was June.

My most precious gift
And you sneezed and you shuffled
I gave you my faith

The grapefruit content
In its pale-pink, amber hue
Never needed orange

Let it rain, damn it
Let it rinse clean each sole thing
Let it unite us

You are not my God.
You royal son of someone.
I won’t kneel to you.

Of the Love professed
I’ve no cause to stake a claim
On its battlefield

Wingless, yet in flight
Yellow bird, break not my heart
Trust ye, the terroir

They don’t see the end
They see the continuum
They who are victors