Five Haiku
Collins, Hass and Bly . . .
many nights spent in their worlds
drunk on wine
Around the table
sits the strength of worlds
teacups in small hands
Cerulean sky
silent and wondrous painting
broken by dove's wings
Bright constellations
form a nocturnal map
lead the cat back home
Barren winter sky
calling to the lonely sun
will it ever end
~~~
First published in High Coupe; Kind of a Hurricane Press
October 2, 2014
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