butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
over and over —each white throated sparrow singsI was here first
longing for spring —the way moss seems to wantto briefly hold my hand
along the roadsideechoes of small decisions —worn shoes, empty bottles
snow in the forecast —I find a bird's white egg shellin the just-grown grass
these warm days won't staybut should we tell the lilacs?(they already know)
March in the garden —we take turns pointing outthe earliest shoots
the official storywants to skip a chapter —we write trans kids in
we watch each otherto our vanishing points —new spring moon
new calendar page —I fill every empty squarewith her name
