April Haiku

Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.

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Clouds

I look to the sky, seeing nitrogen, oxygen,
argon, water, and light.

“The biggest white mass,” you ask,
“What do you see it as?”

To me, it seems a pirate ship.
To you, it seems a house.

We have on our hands: a person,
another,
a difference, and each of these three
is pretty.

But you look to the sky, seeing rock, clay,Read More »

The Dreams

Welcome back. I guess you never left, huh?
I didn’t invite you here.

This is my mind- the place you roam, though you’ll never know its streets.

It is daytime here, though you and I are star-blanketed.

All the underground thought-lings come out to play now.
You’re drug along.

And I am played the brand-new season of a long-dead drama.Read More »