Someone Get the Scissors and Glue

I am rubber; you are too!
Treat or trick it doesn’t matter—
My math mixes up the 2:
Parents [excuse (most dead) ant splatter.]
As the deer suspires for water
Friends stick closer than a brother.

Don’t Sweat Them

Life is a passion of little things:
Mulberry bushes and robin wings.

Beneath Birches

Branches sift gold light
Dappled shadows shift and change
Green grass grows in clumps

For: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/

What now–a pot boiling endlessly, endlessly now and on.

Yet I attend, attend still!
Attention—breathe breathless scared of bringing to boil, so do not blink.

O for my happy youth and yesterdays.

What small seedling in the ground, burst to crops, surging yellow corn waves!
What scarecrow surfacing in the waves!
What sake!  O can’t go back!
What now—a pot boiling endlessly, endlessly now and on.

Dear ghost of deceas’d goodness!

O valleys! O cold rain!
O for my happy youth and yesterdays.

Hold I say! Hold!

Dear ghost of deceas’d goodness!
Soft is the crashing of the wave—it is not high tide;
Soft is the patterning, the patterning of the sky;
Clouds are like hidden fur coats.

And still the fervent heartbeat, the tempest-stirred waves

Puffing, what news!
Hold I say! Hold!
Grab for dew-vapor’d air and pronounce myself too late;
You’re beneath mud and too late, what news, too late.

Sprinters of fastest feet! Fear’s sprinters!

And then! tame pace
Then! peace during drumming;
And still the fervent heartbeat, the tempest-stirred waves;
A prophecy before he laughed like trees dividing the wind,
Sliced breeze—like a lemon, lemon meringue pie;
But I’m already human, and afraid of what drifts transparently to me.

Dive Into Darkness

It was a deep night,
The kind you just sink into
Like a submarine.

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