Miss June

Giggle garden feet
Polished in dirt and star’s dust
Roses adorn thee

Night: A Haiku

I will fade away
And leave you to take your tea
You need not worry

NOW COMES my birthday
Happy I am, as a clam
In crystal waters

Wheels beneath my heels

And wherever they must go

I’m already there

I think he is Red
I think he’s Mad as all Hell
I think he’s impressed

I’m hoping it hurts

Incisors, do me no harm

Blue flags, do no good

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

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