ice – haiku and other animals

the worm pulling the strings. Over creaking ice, stumbling

the button we never
pressed fish under ice

starlings synchronize in salmon clouds over ice

searching for gods in the light of ice-covered trees

the ice wind inside. Having written the date I force myself

splinter

for to say something today at wholesale but what if even the right time cubes of ice fall I imitate the throat of one of the greats and greyer to a lumpy bed

under the moon ice crystals on the old black notebook

autumn leaves like me trapped under ice