blossom beating
4/10/22
to be a goose
4/8/22 (3)
this is a silly one, but my friend and I while we were in Massachusetts passed a few berry bogs, and one in particular had two geese just happily living their lives, and it inspired this haiku that day
Windy Wishes
4/8/22 (2)
4/4/22
It’s beddy bye time
time to put our thoughts to rest
tucked in with our sheets
eyes strictly foreword
depends on periphery
for her every move
wanting to ask you
not scared of your response, my friend
but the thoughts inside
humans, so aware
understanding disasters
as there well may be
sometimes my moments
and awkward blips convince me
i am an alien
my black dog Baja
stares up, blinking at pedals
falling from a tree