All night rain
the mole carefully digs
around the trap
Friday haiku 88
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All night rain
the mole carefully digs
around the trap
Riga, my Riga
In the antique shop
on the ground floor
of the building
where my parents lived
the year they married
I thought I heard someone
call my name
as if I lived there
too, so long before
my birth in the camp.
Friday haiku 87
This little sprinkle
will never douse
the fire of summer
A minor quartet
The Art of Dreaming I
1. Close your eyes
2. Remember
The Art of Dreaming II
1. Trust your eyes
2. Surrender
The Art of Dreaming III
1. Damn your eyes
2. Carry on
The Art of Dreaming IV
1. Open your eyes
2. Forgive
Friday haiku 86
The spring wind sputters,
too tired to raise a ruckus,
bored already.
exiles child 