Haiku

On naked feet Tiptoeing through rustling leaves My ascent lithe Lonely girls reach For tenuous calm, in time To their dropping steps Empty boats quiver The water is motionless Soon the sun descends Bare feet ascend Never was my step lighter Rustling leaves fall  © HMH, 2018

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Prima Donnas

Moaning like cats and crying like babes High-strung coloraturas and heart-wrenching bel canto, Taut necks and folded wings, The singers hold forth in the high street of fish town Gulping out sounds that stop the traffic on a weekday like all others. Inscrutable yellow eyes muster the audience While muscles support challenging lovelorn chants The… Continue reading Prima Donnas

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