Collected Haiku

#7 Detroit, five a.m.— Soon, my city will rise and disturb the ravens. #19 Windmills in autumn/ apple orchards/ falling fruits of nativity. #0807 Flowers on your grave wilt like the words I could say that might bring you back. #43 Midnight festivals: paper lanterns burning oil in the summer mist. #9 Music can transform uncomfortable silence into miracles. #26 I want to take my time with your hourglass and then come back for seconds. #1125 When you go away the rabbits will not come back from the magic hat. #88 Eagles lock talons together they form and break like the divine winds. #99 You are the warden of my prison of regrets you have all the keys. #63 She holds my hand tight when our love is imperfect she is not afraid.