Tea Leaves

Cooperation
on occasion
there was, I recall

With attention
— dare I mention —
to the most primal instinct of all

But love
what of love
thusly, here the poem ends

For one cannot
and one ought not
use, abuse, and pretend

At Day’s End: A Haiku

This was not a test

Not a joke, nor anecdote

Nor well performed script

trouble walked in

The popular, colorful kind

The cowardly kind

The kind too unkind to call ahead

Or wear a capital T, so at least you know

Now, except for the fallen and frozen leaves

The Heart has no proof

For trouble won’t Tell

It’s The end