It’s here now, all of it
Each luscious ounce and raw and grace-filled moment of it
None waiting nor striving
No rushing to get
Walk and know it ‘fore it ends
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Haiku Mess
Melt, faster this time
Dissipate, finally, then
Rise again to pow’r
Slight
This Business
Leftover sandwiches and lies
Ignoring the Goddess of you
The light at the table, blasphemed away
Slighted before,
But come now
Bring your intellect and intuit
Let us peace-make and pray
Let us paint anew
Mustard
As to the others
As to the Us
Epic exhale
We wondered
And now know
I don’t matter
You don’t matter
We learn this
We move on
Eventual
A scrapper from the start
Scratching and scraping
And giving
Her all
A lover to the end
Shine and sparkle
And dapper
Surround her
Defined
Should I behave
As a proper afterthought
Maybe
But know I will not
Nor am I sorry
For, a relegated me
Wearing invisible ink
Can never be
Order of Operation
Subtraction
We close our eyes alone each night
Takeaway
It’s always, always, freezing rain
The difference
The wintry side of the moon, it seems
Inner, last
What did we expect? There are rules
dialogues in haiku
I’ll speak on in bliss
I’ll choose such feigned ignorance
We know what follows
“The Currency of Grace”
Surprised to see the a.m. sun
Afire
Shining through
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
Left open
To remind myself I’m alive
Praise
A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too
Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
Guilt
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency
Grace
Reach. Oh, please reach!
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