Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Mom’s casual embrace
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Winter break
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
In sleep
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
Honey, I’m home
I walk in. He licks
my hand, grabs my fingers with
gentle teeth, won’t let go.
On distant shores
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
Oceanic Flight 815
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Before Lost season 4 begins
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
Toil and trouble
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
Why I started again
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
a haiku a day 