Haiku
worn out pitch
of the society playground —
windfall applesthe yearning to end it all whitewater
spring already —
everything I touch
gets old
banyan shade
the prop roots
of my childhood
outside and inside the shell the sea
no stars wishing upon the firefly
mud lamp's flame fighting the wind
twilight
making love
until we can't see
under the stars
spotting every one
of her freckles