At home
my aimless mind
writes poemless lines.
Homeless under
trees or sky,
my lines take aim
to fly.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Three Conjoined Haikus

I.
I lit a fire in
a quiet room yesterday.
Red racing to black

II.
around the edges
of a loose-rolled newspaper.
A sound like raindrops.

III.
I guess things are not
so far apart in nature
as often supposed.

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