eyes — blue watercolor bleeding in the rain
March 1, 2021
Once, twice, three times
Imaginaryspeech pulls me down into thedeep, dark, swirling pit
Ripples of colorwaving against the sunriseOld Glory stands proud
American Haiku
Cold cotton sheets greetMy fingers as I reach forYou. Tears fill my eyes
Haiku
Heart crumbles to dustYou slip silently awayWait for me, My Love
My father sobs, “I miss her,”
While I sit on the living room sofa
And pretend he knows I’m there.
