I’ll have a blueberry one then
one gets such an interesting
tongue after it
fortune-telling from cards
his trustful eyes
upon me
on the swings
infantile fears go up
and
down
after a long absence
the lights at last on
at the neighbors’
churchgoing through the beach
a glass on the bottom
puts on its Sunday best
rainbows
scubadiving swans
fluffy little
islands
in the rubbish bin
a torn up face
and a washed out half-smile
on the swings
a pigeon terrified
with my shadow
in a bookstore
sharing the smell of pages
indifferent to the content
so in love with my split ends
right before the hairdresser’s
the travelers’ dreams
keep up with the train
flushing behind the pane
a drunkard
enters the bus
crowded spacious
at night
the tram packed up
with commuting air
I carried my haiku
all the way back home
and forgot it
shades under my eyes
an avalanche of haiku-shaped thoughts
last night
pondering over stamp views
wishing for my own
new foundland
slowly drifting
in a babyblue pond
your tea leftovers
countries away
found my dog’s hair
and started crying
moving out
my cat rubs itself
against a box anxious
22 degrees outside
20 an hour after
then lost the thermometer amid the boxes
moving out
with every handled object
a memory
a cat
a dog
a cloud of dust descents
thriving on anticipation
I carry my letter to the furthest mailbox
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