duminică, 10 mai 2015

A few haiku

harvest moon
the old man changes the bait
in the mousetrap

catching cold 
the eucalyptus candy 
in my notebook 

the postman
comes at some time sharp --

looking out of place 
grandma's big umbrella 
after the funeral 

my road back home
where a creek used to flow

paperback dictionary 
broken in two 
"love" is in the air 

the apple-shaped candle
we never lit

middle age 
half of me forgets 
half of me forgives

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