An American Haiku
Will it make the slightest?
an endless gameof hide and seek — Will we ever be found?
child’s eye-viewwondering if we willfinally, learn
the poet — screaming until the wordslose their meaning
dawning — opening our eyesto finally see?
drowningout the sparrow’s song — circling helicopter
A new month — the headlines arefake news
Spring uprising — the iris alreadybeginning to fade