My Haiku
- bright stars wax and wane
a weary moth is drawn to...
each in its own time
- long mountain's shadow
black sea, a hidden pasture
the moon silvered mist
- sun in old ma's eyes
as fading light fails, this fear:
the impending night
- his naked wife sleeps
still, but for her breath, out and...
in...he is inhaled
- toasty pile of cats
wind shifts whose tail?
now whose ear?
winter brings fast friends
- betta in a bowl
resting on a leaf, content
his bubble nest waits
- where the spring begins
deep within the clutch of Tartaros—
immaculate lust
- the three light fixture
two bulbs, one odd, one missing
corrupt symmetry
- she heeds the child's cry
second, grumbles, "Why bother?"
first, knows the answer
- this dish is clean
this dish is not very clean
I, warden, inspect
- fixed but elusive
no words, no image tells true
these Smoky Mountains
- to know breath to death
the bliss of Geb and Nuit
sky yearns, earth regrets
- crash! the willows whip
cottonwoods sway and flurry
quick! get under ground
- damselflies escape
out, onto the scalded rim
dead sea reservoir
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