Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Haiku #8

You had a taste of 
My nightmares and said we should 
Move to Alaska.


It comes back to me 
Like pieces of a dream I can't remember 
And I don't think you took a breath 
From March until September.

Monday, August 3, 2020

Doing Summer a favour

I let Summer sink
into my bones and my skin is now
glowing of everything
that's left of August –
tanned and tangled fingers
hoping they wouldn't have to say
goodbye,
dreams wishing they will still be dreamed tomorrow
and
so much light,
that not even Goliath could hold it
in the palms of his hands –
Isn't life excruciatingly beautiful?