how sweet is her love
as I change and grow how sweet
is her loving touch
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Haiku 34.20
when you hold my hand
every clock in the world stops
for you touch my soul
Age nor Time
it was an unseasonably
warm day until a
fresh breeze
kissed me
cooled me
refreshed me
much like your love that
has sweetly penetrated
all barriers
natural or otherwise
melting the secret snow
around my heart
our love defies age as it
is not bound by time
since it has neither
age nor time
Spider Song
a spider cast its web from
the tree like a net floating
on the air
it stuck to the fence
some on the pole and
some on the shed
a single strand seemed to
rappel silently from the
fence to the ground
the two sisters bonded
through singing inside
unaware that the spider
was climbing back up to
fence singing of triumph
a familiar spider song
Haiku 23.20
it happened quickly
I sneezed like my father more
like him than I like
Ancient History
I put the suitcase I borrowed from
my mother in the trunk and got in
the car.
My father drove and smoked. And
smoked some more. He is usually
lecturing nonstop by now. I cracked
the window open to get some air
then closed it again. His visible
nervousness made me even more
nervous. He started talking. After
each cigarette, he’d open the window
just enough to flick it outside then
close the window without interrupting
his monologue. He never wanted to
hear anything I had to say, so I
listened to his World War II Army
stories again about his basic training
in Burlington. No post there now.
Ancient history.
I think he was trying to give me advice.
He pulled up to the front of the AFEES
building in Newark. As I got the small
vinyl suitcase out of the trunk he asked
me to please write. We sort of hugged.
I started up the steps as he drove off.
Seems like just the other day. That trip
to Newark ended with a late-night bus
ride to Ft. Dix for basic training.
It was fifty-five years ago yesterday that
I enlisted in the Army. Thank you, my God,
for your protection and care. You are my
refuge and strength. You alone are God.
The rest is ancient history.
Haiku 8.20
words run through my head
so many words left unsaid
the past can’t talk back