purple lotus scent
the moon doesn’t hide tonight
see the change in time
Haiku
Martin’s song
spiritual hear
the march in our blood listen
dont let our dreams die
supposing
when i look at you
my heart inches toward a
possibility
mantodea
childhood pink cocoon
transforms into pale ashes
now praying mantis
rarely
i am peace today
molecules amongst the trees
silence in my mind
ferris wheel
free to float slowly
through time and silent spaces
where angels hold me
montagne au repos
there her spirit rests
rays of silver reaching out
her face gleams in peace
stella mori
universe so dark
just like in my room tonight
stars so far away
a prodigal’s tithe
i bring forth a gift
humble but frail in its heart
gratitude for life
strip mall haikus
tall telephone pole
over pale distance crows caw
sun rises once more
parking lot safe house
for last night’s oil puddles
aglow in morning
pushcart troubadours
seek out their daily bread place
chow lines slowly move
weeds grow cautiously
in vacant junky yard suite
fast food wrappers scream
