in the mist
te ika a Māui
takes my bait
August 2015
ice melt—
my descendants snorkel
down main street
somewhere in these words an absence lives on
moonless night—
the distance that remains
of climate change
far beyond
Hawking's horizon
a silence
primal scream!
this too, infected
with words
spring haiku—
images more and more
sound wordless
wind-huffed
a ripple of words
after me
when writing haiku
must I learn to eschew
rhyme too?
night goddess—
a fantail's fanbase
grows less
turning leaves—
that to which I cling
stripped bare
Nagasaki bombing anniversary
fat man,
in your rain of terror
we rust
long silences
the circadian rhythm
of cicadas
a rainbow
almost
all around
thought fall
into my child
hood's was
haiku at dusk
my calculated foray
into silence
late snow
for a change the change
is seasonal
in her fingers
the daisy becomes
her ditty
childhood home
I left my otherness
within you
deep-sea diving
moon-struck lovers enter
each other's shadows
after rain
pavements come clean
on where they led
sun shower
the otherness
of us
insomnia
the moon returns
my shadow
see the light
in the undergrowth
where we dream
a breath of light
wind ripples
the waters
deep dreaming a plum tree blooms
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