Buttons zippers snaps
connect. Scissors blades sunder.
Don’t know where we stand.
Separation
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Buttons zippers snaps
connect. Scissors blades sunder.
Don’t know where we stand.
Spun as adventure,
it’s a long hard drive with a
heartbroken daughter.
She’s moving back, two
thousand-mile-wide break in their
nine months together.
Where does time go? Clock
hands a band-aid over the
wounds of past regrets.
The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.
With a ticket comes
hope, and since I’m ticketless,
I’m hopeless and lost.
Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.