Haiga Archive

Christmas morning
the same doll
in a new dress.

Children’s ward…
again she comes
the nurse with wings.

On the grand canal
we sip our morning espresso
seeing yet not seeing
what passes
before our eyes.

Eavesdropping
on the leaves
dropping.

I was born
an ice blossom
thanks to
a certain
distant star.

Years ago I saw
a painting of a woman
walking alone
on Christmas Eve
and tonight
I think of her.

Sophomore dance
I can still feel
his feet
on top
of my feet.