eyes – haiku and other animals

splinter

those early days under the sea when we went from five eyes to three to just the pair and slowly painfully learned to breathe the poison air

when I close my eyes swallow a wide sea

and when driving with your eyes closed at least metaphorically the thinning hair of his great plan cropped by the latest expanding correction

leaves fall
I close my eyes to hear
the crow

insomnia
the pure white
of David’s eyes

the air conditioner drips onto my sleepless eyes

a stream of words when I close my eyes leaves in the breeze