flower – haiku and other animals

broken pen in my eye. The flower she ran away with

I tried to be two things but the paper kept curling and I couldn’t get a straight line so I decided to move to the next town where I met someone who reminded me of a girl I once knew whose name I never learned as we only ever joked about certain forbidden vegetables while we were in school together though it was more of a forced labor camp but when those ghostly blue flowers came again in the spring we were allowed a minute of silence to think of the photos we once had pinned up by our cots now long eaten by moths

laughing in a shower little red mouths of chestnut flowers

white flowers underground what mask to wear today

rewriting the sympathy card the silence of oak flowers

beneath the flowering cherry my future hidden in the roots

the pain in my back and notebook all for this little white flower