Untitled Haiku #83

opportunity
missed, kismet shakes its fist
at synchronicity

Yielding

I gripped

a digital frame

in shaky hands

snapshots

of my children

shuttering by

in time

with my jittery

heart

First

   Lightening

(only) one

       acute sentiment

   Astounding

(only) your

       magnanimous offering

 Stone path

      (heave

           n

           ward)

Micro Poetry for Real Toads: ONE THIS SNOWFLAKE

Exercise in Fragility

If grief has a flavor

it’s strawberry

conventional

seeds stuck in dental work

If despair commutes

it’s stuck on Route 9

forgetting the back way

Sadness sings all the songs

on Imperial Bedroom

and Zenyatta Mondatta

smells like your deodorant

anticipates meaty hands

circling its waist

constantly rubs a bruise

with its left thumb

unthinking

waits for rain

Gridlock

So much depends

on transformers

transmitting voltage

to service drops

carrying current

through a frayed cord

behind the toaster

in my kitchen.

For Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden, riffing off The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams.

Nightcrawler

Sidewalk

worm’s gratitude

for sun

following a rainstorm

must be short-lived

blistering

confusing

like the shudder

after flutter

inside

upon car door slam

outside

I felt I was drowning

flailing

bloated

floated

to the surface

warmed myself

belly to the sun

now you’re home

finding yourself

amongst worms

surfacing

inside your brain

and I’m parched

Flash 55 Plus for Real Toads!

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