Ardor

I walked by the river today,  its waters like a hot drink  left too long to cool,  now sitting stale. It smelled like  forgotten  dreams…

From the window, I watched the plane cut through morning’s hot, dewy flesh, each wing of the plane a sharpened blade drenched crimson by…

I will always remember how everything seemed to shimmer, that night in your garden when we danced under moonlight:

a poem in nine haiku

Even as I hope  to fall asleep,  they come to me