Saturday, November 24, 2007

four unrelated haiku in chronological order

i cannot see it
but somewhere out there the moon
gently pulls on me

she can move like air
rising, swirling now flowing
i cannot grasp air

without prejudice
experience emerges
i was that husband

on regina streets
i am of no consequence
how liberating

1 comment:

Rey said...

Poignant.