Haiga Archive

ripples of
soft sky
mountain fleece

at the martyrs dance
the green and orange leaves
take their whirling turns

i have seen the swamp
it is not drained
just new alligators

scrabbling towhees
something concealed
in the duff

virtual couple—
two blooming plum trees
side by side

out of the millions
i was the one accepted
at birth
now from where this fear
of failure in this rat race

living rough
if only
she could bank that smile