Tuesday, May 17, 2022

haiku stuff

 clouds, teased out and soft

against the sky, like cotton 

or white wool, unspooled


may days unwind warm,

unhurried. Promise summer, 

someday, soon


soon we will sweat and 

shine, heat greased and gleaming, flushed

pink, unfolding freckles


february's seeds

unfolded now, brown specks broken

into new green leaves


green, and more green. May 

breathes thick with it. Air crammed

with pollen and plant breath


always, the assault: 

no tender prickle at eye 

and throat, these seeds have teeth


red throat lizard, bright

red bird, roses unfolded

loose as cups, as clouds


some may days the blue 

blue sky

blooms with its loose, its tender clouds

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