Haiga Archive

an artifact
on the line of life—
the flaccid hand
in the other hand,
that’s it

scent of a field
flooding from a tea bag—
perfect date

virtual couple—
two blooming plum trees
side by side

painting
the same landscape
since yesterday…
a dripping tear points up
the need for moon

acid rain—
a sparrow enjoying
the fresh puddle

moanful wind
turns the leaves
into falling…
such a fitting eulogy
for the homeless artist

white night—
gurgling rain through the house
gutters