Buttons zippers snaps
connect. Scissors blades sunder.
Don’t know where we stand.
Separation
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Tag Archives: hope
House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
All nighter
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Marriage
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Knight
Stalled out. He comes. Starts
car. Buys breakfast. Drops what he’s
doing. Just for me.
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Paleo
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Driving cross country
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
Friendship
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
a haiku a day 