at the end of the
night a part of myself whose
name I forgot
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : light
haiku*
o
risking suffering
if you open the letter
and also if you don’t
*posted first in July 2029, reviewed in June 2020
sans paroles/wordless : microcosme
holding hands
we would be holding hands
before the shadows of the earth
the threat of water
and even the pain
it was on the knee
or in the heart
we would not remember but
we would be holding hands
we would watch
over there
where the pages are filled with
carbon and history
while holding hands. haiku
The morning rain
is splashing with light
a very cold tree