ink – haiku and other animals

splinter

Sunday afternoon while light won’t stop streaming past the sudden silence of unbroken bare trees and what apologies to make while the ink dries and the thinking machines reset in the year of our lady redacted

splinter

all day I thought I was some other day the ink seeped out starting with what in your chest before you can fly 1,000 years

snow starts
too much
ink in the pen

easter I fill a pen with green ink

first smile of the year my fingers stained with blue ink

a word I didn’t expect a drop of ink uncurls in the water