the day is sleepy.
curled up against the dark sky.
one eye watching on.
Haikus
echo location
the sound of fury
comes like a shadow at night.
the echo lives on.
sprouting snow
ice crystals like gnats
chewing through the pink warm flesh.
planting glacial seeds.
fenced in
banging drums on walls.
distance makes for good neighbors.
never mind fences.
sunny smog
the move to a view.
imagine beyond the smog.
blue oceans and sun?
madiba’s rest
the light is dimmer
as the candle extinguished.
where shines the flame now?