Tag Archives: spring

Haiku on porch sitting

I

amble in my space

the glint of the scenery

holds quiet comforts

 

II

honeysuckle breeze,

car radio on full blast,

bird song and laughter

 

III

loneliness exists

even within full view of

lives outside of mine

 

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Spring Garden

in warmer times we are

overwhelmingly minced up

into large rolling

dew drops gliding

over asphalt and screeching

to a halt with metal

bones and rubber

senses pounding our metal feelings through

glass or air that was once glass until it fell

away from the rusted skin

buried deep inside of a secret

compartment with an unknown depth

 

please open my hood

the light is on again