Waves crash and suck stones,
You and I are sailing by,but see, I’m out to sea.This storm I made to seal my fatewill drown the last of me.
Rumbling, grumbling downthat old gravel road —the long expansebetween my favorite holidays.
The flakes of skin that fall around medon’t look appetizingand yetI lick my finger…
A haiku
Rain rattles on glass.
Icy grass crunches,
Growl, moan, complain
Feelings of frustration rise
Over so little
Clear water tinkles
