Collected Haiku
#7
Detroit, five a.m.—
Soon, my city will rise and
disturb the ravens.
#19
Windmills in autumn/
apple orchards/ falling fruits
of nativity.
#0807
Flowers on your grave
wilt like the words I could say
that might bring you back.
#43
Midnight festivals:
paper lanterns burning oil
in the summer mist.
#9
Music can transform
uncomfortable silence
into miracles.
#26
I want to take my
time with your hourglass and then
come back for seconds.
#1125
When you go away
the rabbits will not come back
from the magic hat.
#88
Eagles lock talons
together they form and break
like the divine winds.
#99
You are the warden
of my prison of regrets
you have all the keys.
#63
She holds my hand tight
when our love is imperfect
she is not afraid.
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