Their backs stubbornly
faced the danger, and then were
swallowed up by it.
Frank was a good man.
She had no reason to be
unhappy with him.
They watch her struggle
to stay awake, the dolls gripped
tightly in each hand.
I just look at her.
The moonlight slides over her
face like a slow tide.
– Collaborations between my work and Haiku Finder (via).
My chapbook Edgewise contains some more deliberate haiku (and other poems, and microfiction) and is still available for pre-order.
