his portrait 

has something beyond something

there you are

 a magpie sharing

the sparkle of my eye

within its eye

 i often find myself in a book shop

 lavender 

floating on the breeze

of her passing

 on top of that

some things are surreal 

we realise 

 cool dusk

there they are! there they are!

baby bats

 ghost riders arrive in a rusted train

my mum

the wind under her scarf 

my little coat 

 strawberries 

sharing warm dew

with a blackbird 

 sipping tea with you

hot air in your speech balloon 

set my thoughts soaring

 looking 

at your blossoms 

i blossomed 

haiku poets

when their paths divide

they meet at last