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ten haikus


I
Mountain lions hunt
Watch the prowl, the cinema
Snowy dreams, red blood

II
Read me, carbon being
Bodies of gold and silver
Streaked lead, torn paper...

III
I’m rust. I am old
Memory unfolding now
Perfect pictures, sleep.

IV
Freeze delicacy
Honoring cold existence
Green, brittle, iced pines

V
Sound the horn, call out
Springtime is waiting for him,
For the sleeping bear.

VI
Drown in bird’s sweet chime.
Rise with her soft melody,
Beckoning farewell

VII
Fresh rain, humid air
My first breath after impact.
Inhale, again.

VIII
Red flowers bloom on red skies
Spilled ruby and bloody lips
Teeth bite, find the fresh bodies.

IX
Drenched in sweet nectar
Lover lies to me
White, torn sheets beg for freedom

X
Black bird, war torn sky
He is the king of kingdoms
Bright gifts and dark eyes.