
Japanese Haiku


They carry shovels,
concrete mix.
The soil opens before them like a purse.
She offers him day and night.
He leaves her with a gift
that reminds her of being happy.
white white seeing,
then nothing,
send fridge love.
My adversary removes my house.
His name walks among my artifacts.
He pays me a tip for leaving.
Enormous.
Silent.
Private.
My thoughts travel to the indigo north.
I wish I could leave this square painted room behind.
Northward is snow scented Heaven.