Haiku Poems

Metro Pigeon

Bird boarding subway

You’ve wings that we don’t to spread

Why ride beside us?

Red, White and Blue

Β Pen bled blue for you

Now red scars on white drown blue

Scribbled on the page

Dry Well

Β The well has run dry

This empty cup of coffee

It begs to be filled

Guest of the Sky

Β When will the sun rise?

Visits of its volition

Man can’t force the hour