the swaying shadows
for hours the sky
I’m starting to measure my walks in haiku. Today’s had seven! Here’s one of them.
and didn’t know it. I had a cellphone-shaped hole in my heart.
each footprint resembles
a bird in flight
what must they have believed about music to search for it there?
vulnerable things that can never match the strength of linked hands.
we will all have to become subnivean.