a few haiku

Month: February, 2014

in leaves
before the storm
the sound of the storm

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ducks
come to my empty hands
winter

the nurse’s perfume
I still think
I’m the exception

high risk of fire in my bones the dance of pine cones

the name I call you at night white blossoms

the colors in a pile
of crushed cars
autumn

dark windows
abandoned saints 
of central London

the crunch of tobiko a twenty
in the gutter