subway platform: a fine line of morbid masks to choose from
Tag: haiku
gentle little rebels: dew hang from the clothesline awaiting the sun’s execution
culled: soft feathered bodies laid to rest under the tireless watch of the old mango tree
slipped through the fingers and just like that the day is: gone
when the autumn quiet finds you: surrender
half moon: the wail of autumn wind turns the fields silver to the grain
there is a stranger magic in things that belong equally to nobody and everyone
rain this autumn night: black constellations swept across the yard
dispel negative charge: touch brass or keep copper to nurture green fingers
autumn winds and drizzle: the concrete room echoes with otherworldly reverberation
