May 03, 2014
In Haiku there is one rule: no cats.
They are too cute, too easy to win our love.
That is the rule.
my cat saw the blossoms blow
to go outside,
but first he turned to sniff his food
one last time .
This is not a haiku for
I have more I want to say:
I want to talk about my Beloved
who left before the dawn overlapped the sky -
how first he stopped to conjure one last sight
--we'd settled to a life
that no one could dissolve --
We entered it together in a bubble
floating toward a needle ,
a second stolen
before the blossoms.