haiku – Page 15 – elancharan gunasekaran

spring after dark the smell of dreams burning from across the causeway

spring an atavistic thought: once upon a time we were gods of the unsettled lands

the day of reckoning and renaissance will come for storytellers when the last machine is buried under dirt

taxi ride: sometimes you pay for the stories and sometimes you pay for the silence

like startled wild beasts the thrashing of tides as the spring moon undresses

in the wake of a rogue comet a chain of orphaned moons dragged across constellations

your eyes do not betray the culmination of dusks and dawns you have witnessed

queen bee exits stasis and calls to her brethren to be born again

the cycle renews: the smell of death as crows dig into a roadkill carcass

spring morning the tide kneels before the coast and wears a mask of devotion