jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

denouement (a sequence)

 

salt wind

soughing
in an empty shell

 

wave splatter
the sting of her tears

 

a gull’s cry

knee deep

in foam

 

her tipped toes

lingering on the tide- line

 

moonlight

splinters
her argument

 

as in the afterlife

crusting on sand bars

 

contrary to guidelines

a sliver of her flesh

shivers

 

in the gloaming

a curdled refuse

 

bones: journal of contemporary haiku,  March 2018

March 27, 2020 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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