fresh, crisp, light, cool—the
feeling of sleeping between
clean sheets in summer
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barefoot haiku
barefoot in summer—
thorns. chiggers. sweetgum balls …
sad haiku
and so here i sit
writing sad haiku while some-
where you are sleeping
hailku
hail bounced like popcorn
on the pavement, frozen for
only a moment
not the end.
it is finished. and
because He lives, that means
this is not the end.
after the end
it is finished. what’s
the use of words now, Jesus?
silently, tears fall.
purslane
in spring the purslane
pops up underfoot
corrugated
in winter the cold
corrugates the soul, crumpling
it up like paper
echo
could the echo be
a candle in the darkness
bending the silence?
6:15
this morning the sun
streaked the sky with ruby wonder —
but i went back to bed