haiku – elancharan gunasekaran

the house grows soft with yearning long after warm bodies have left

petals released from a bridge carries summer downstream

we thank the shadows for nights past for beginning the day

the world waits while the waterhen crosses the quiet old pond

first downpour in weeks: oh imagine the body’s delight

late into the day: morning’s thunder we carry deep in our pockets

evening draws near: never shy away from the debaucherous side of you

barn swallows draw infinity symbols and protection circles above clouded minds

pandora in autumn: the old ones gather round the strange chest tapping in rhythm

the soft hum of scheming machines echoes through the concrete grey