Can’t Let Go of Where I Used to Live
Three years ago, I moved with my partner from California to Florida to help…
Vanilla flavorsin the love-bombing pagesof discarded books
Turnery rainbowsarranging in seven huesa forenoon nosegay.
Orange storiesrest in a forgotten boxwearing your surname.
Red leaves in springtimebrush up a forest canvas,unspeaking clutches.
thanks to the charmingunderstanding of all thingsmatter on their minds
concern is onlyjustified in assumingconvenient distance
An American Haiku
I don’t know you
Our detachment swordsmeet head-on, afternoon duel,bygone adieu.
American Haiku
I cried today and I cried yesterday