A Collection of Haiku
Sagas of our guns
Written in blood of children
What right makes this right?
Of men and women
Two equal to the same one
Are themselves equal
No times left behind
They follow us like shadows
Even in the night
Remains of the past
Float like dust in the sunlight
Settling on dreams
When we were youthful
Unbounded and without cares
The once time was now
Mississippi night
They are camped outside of town
The kids are hungry
It's hard to recall
When I discovered numbers
Or who thought I should
How fragile this dream
Like dew on the spider’s web
Dissolved with the sun
I've not known hunger
Like the hawk and honey bee
Or thirst like the seed
From the brittlebush
The evening song of a quail
Attending its nest
The last of winter
His hair thin and trousers loose
He waits for the day
I was taught somewhere
Faith bears more consequences
Than humble presence
A bee's luxury
The liquor of orange blossoms
Spring's sweet indulgence
victor or vanquished
those returning from a war
bring monsters with them
For a deep red rose
Is the cost of its beauty
To be discovered
Of all animals
Only humans seek revenge
Others just survive
The desert has its turn
To wear harlequin attire
And sway to spring's song
The first thing I knew
Before I learned all these words
Was my mother's love
Able mockingbird
Reminds the morning to wake
In voluble songs
Subnivean mouse
Supposing what April brings
Sleeps in its warm cell
At sunlight's first touch they sing
Glory O' Glory!
History's question
Is what we tell of the past
That which we desire?
She lived in brackets
[a phrase inside a sentence]
Helpful but needless
A penetrant sun
Lightens tadpoles and algae
Where the catfish feed
It returned today
With its protean carols
Spring's first mockingbird
There is no evil
In how nature treats itself
But for humankind
The cup of this month
O'erbrimming with vernal dew
And the orchard's balm
There is only this
In which every thing is born
Entire and boundless
What remains of grief
Is perched on his anxious heart
Like a hungry crow
