in these dark days

i remember my dad whistling

holding my hand

 what if

all the holes on our bodies

healed up

 modern times 

all the princes are frogs

ne’er a drowning pool

 surfing

on a biography of crudity

tethered bored

variations on the theme of pigeons

 variations on the theme of pigeons

grey day

a flock of pigeons

leaves the church roof

grey day

a flock of pigeons

returns to the church roof

grey day

a sudden flock of pigeons

left the church roof and

returned

returned

returning a flock of pigeons returned

leaving a flock of pigeons left

grey day

a sudden flock of pigeons

feathers her hair

 war

the cherry blossoms 

start dripping

 a war has begun

just as i start fence painting

red splashes on green

 their whose fault lines

in the tectonic plate’s shifting

   - Green victory

 the infertility of

cutting out the syllables

• vashaikume

 born in the waves

the waters have broken

what was inconceivable 

 rung after rung

a ladder will reach the moon 

the view is awesome 

I dictated a haiku into my phone ~ the first haiku below is what i said and the second one is the transcript from my phone!! it can write haiku better than me !!

that woodlouse 

no longer exists

not sorry

would love 

no longer exists

not sighing sorry