butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
ash instead of rain —we close our eyes to seewhere the banyan stood
cutting backall the non-native flowers —I'll tell the bees
listening to rainmaking its way backto the lake
places where the rockfolded in on itself —time touching time
northern gannet pairtheir bent necks a reflectionlonging and relief
when I was fivemy father built a sail boat —I handed him nails
first, salty beach airthen clover and pine needles —my sweet sun-baked day
past overflowing —the fog that poured in todaykept right on coming
a cliffside walkmatching songs to their singers —I know yours, as well
