3 lines , 17 moras — in classic haiku form please, share your perspective on…
Diaphragm dips low.Cool air collects below ribs.Time held in my hands.
why this emptiness,when life’s stuffed aplenty, withwhat once couldn’t be?
From my Odyssey
through the gates of Hell, I come
bearing precious gifts
lush desert valley
green river among the sands
cradle of the East