Saturday, July 26, 2014

one poem or five haikus?


you move into the light
you breathe as if melting
a bucket of coins

white and blue windows
slam shut like bullets
into a chamber

the rest of the night hangs
on an outcome you have
the privilige to announce

you have a choice but
you have begun to see
patterns in a random world

the blue sky delivers
blood to our hearts
like bread to our hands