With A Touch Of Rain

a head up in the clouds
could be painful these days;
crammed between
all those categorized, frozen smiles

I never imagined
clouds could run out of space —
but man makes it possible.


Sin City (Haiku)

mo(u)rning has broken
yesterday’s endeavor lies
tangled in the sheets

Jiminy Cricket

and there you are, churning the soft earth
where we buried you
with all the dignity
we could muster

Jiminy Cricket wore your shoes for a while,
but your footsteps were too hard to follow —
so he missed a step &
got back on track,
for better or worse

I am sorry you are still lost —
but there is nothing left to say
when all the answers
are ash & bone
& broken, too.