I could have
carried it if
I was still an ant
once whispered
the city dispersed
into luminous filaments
a week away somewhere
then
the miracle of the sponge
(First published in World Haiku 2026.)
I could have
carried it if
I was still an ant
once whispered
the city dispersed
into luminous filaments
a week away somewhere
then
the miracle of the sponge
(First published in World Haiku 2026.)
Forget what you know sit softly
lulled by the sound of hundreds of
pens simultaneously writing down
your mistakes think of clouds
over that chasm you love
Forget the ad that is following you
keep sharpening your teeth into points
we’ll see if we can find a knife and a few
layers of breathable fabric as you
start off stinging wind your boot brittle
grass bright crunch beneath
Forget it and start again don’t think of pathogens
the tickle in your throat give the pills a chance
outside flashes of red flowers one ant
carries his scrap of stone down into the dark