Shrub roses open,
each echoing fragrances from
summers long buried
Month: May 2013
Haiku 5-26
Familiar streets look
changed, as if seen in a dream.
Was my life here real?
Haiku 5-25
Pressing my hands, stretched
out, to buttress sky as it
bleeds past my fingers
God is a better designer than I am a photographer
Spring by the Morning Bus Stop
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Haiku, 5-24
What rare magic
in this hushed,
quiet night
