distant memories
but the ripples from that day
linger on and on
— —
Rather than explain this haiku, I challenge the reader to contemplate how life has changed since September 11th, 2001.
news, like an arrow
shot from distant lands, found a
hole and pricked my heart
— — I usually pass the time on my morning commutes by talking on the phone with my wife, but circumstances prevented us from doing so one day…
Rumi to my chest?
I’ll shoot one back at you with
barrages of flowers!