butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
in the springwe thought it would maybe lasta month or two
waiting out the year —the Raritan’s muddy banktamped down by ducks
the small of my backremembering the feelingof your hand there
stay up with meuntil we’re hungry againuntil the moon sets
snow melt runningthrough the land to the lake —we leave our tree up
memorizing choicesbefore my glasses steam over —bakery challenge
gibbous moon —we hope the foxes will findour leftover gift
gusting winter windagainst a steady furnace —we’ve all taken sides
ducks on the lakelooking for ways to be alone —late December
