balm of gilead
sunday scribblings no 200: milestone. ss is hitting 200 prompts this week. congrats to a great site!!
breezin past fifty
the days bunched up
squeezed like an accordion
playing crazy mariachi
nowadays nonchalance
writes ankle-deep porous pieces
along an abandoned sidewalk
with bright colored chalk
fishing sometimes cures
quiet splash of time
depth of this river
the sweet salve subdues
normal
haiku bones: uncanny
watching his eyes move
the world unzipped its notion
and wisdom poured forth
caught in the bright glare
the glue unstuck melting fast
day and night detached
everyone was there
logic performed perfectly
at the end he bowed
