many years agopoetry fell from my fingertips and out of my mouth
fingers claw the soft flesh of a mango picklemixing it with bronze masalathe familiar solace of childhood…
amid the pompous pain of pinpricksthe princesses made sleepless by peas
do you knowthe longing forfresh, crisp air
affix your secrets to a polehoist a flag in the sand
train your legs to sprintbetween moments
along the way, I misplaced the sweetnessof your name
A Haiku
a shadow image
look closely