Haiku, April 22, 2014

A girl in stripes walks
Down ferry stairs holding her
Brothers hand. Last time.


The teary-eyed girl,
Eyes darting back and forth is
Alive. No one else.


To live is to die
Spiritual advisor says.
Not so on this day.


The last frogs of spring
Croak, overheated,search, like
Us, for long-lost love.


Ocean’s deep sleep sprouts
Islands. Ice now moves causing
Fault lines to open.


Thin legs, tight pants move
To start work. Love is a job
In these sad, sad times.


Wet mop moves, rhythmic
Words hypnotize, lily bloom
Observes patiently.


White witches converge
To cure forty year curse. Chants
Radiate shakras.



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