you may walk alone
still you sense you are secure
i stand here at your elbow
even distantly
across both the earth and time
my hand rests upon your hip
—–
floating and leaving no trace
you may walk alone
still you sense you are secure
i stand here at your elbow
even distantly
across both the earth and time
my hand rests upon your hip
—–
FRIDAY haiku
the sky, blue; the moon, white
the goose flies from west to east
into a rising sun, honking, alone