Frozen soup, now thawed/
and hot, reminds me of a/
warm relationship.

We place barriers./
Think of filtered — and thus missed — /
opportunities.

I spend too much time/
relationship investing,/
with no ROI

Dont ask me all those /
hypotheticals if you/
hurt me. So what? Done.

I steamrollered her/
with my desire./
Because my heart was railroaded/
by passion’s poetic fire,/
I thot hers would be, too./
I had no inkling nor clue:/
It wasn’t.

my haiku sing loud/

of a girl I once knew, but/

not Biblically

I wrote 4 haiku./
There were, alas, none 4 you./
Maybe tomorrow.

“Brace yourself!” she said./
For what? Her hurricane? Storm?/
I’ll embrace myself.

“I’m so lucky to have you/in my life” is true!/
But it isn’t just sweet and cute/
and clever and fun./
It’s the truth/
for you/
… and everyone.

I saw an eagle soar
yesterday above my canoe,
and as I watched his grandeur
I thought, Victory, of you.

And last night,
again,
I thought of you when
I ate raspberry rhubarb delight.

You should come float.
Dip your hands in the water;
pet the goslings and river otter,
and let your soul go remote;

Feel the heal of earth, wind, sky,
and wave and laugh as the eagle flies by.