a calm lake quivers
seduced by the moon’s soft kiss
telling ripples rise.
ripples
Haiku & Shortform
bamboo
we weave through life’s obstacles
like wind through bamboo
trying not to get whipped by branches
but often getting caught in the leaves.
foundations
we live in paper houses
stained at the edges
the poison crept in slowly
tainting the foundations.
futures
futures prepared
in classrooms, age 14
life’s lessons are harsh.
