A Haiku

An untouched cactus

Spikes uncultured to their wrath

Like shark teeth unfed

A Haiku

City sounds arranged

Silence nests in space between

Outbursts of hustle

A Haiku

Full moon in the woods

So distinct through all the trees

Like a deer’s white tail

A Haiku

Weight on the table

Makes it hiss with creaks that sound

Like criticism

A Haiku

Stumped by writer’s block

Color palette of my mind

Feels like it’s been bleached

Castes of dollar bills:

If crisp; it’s a snob, if torn;

A barbarian

Election cycles

The rhythm and tempo of

Democracy’s hymn