Haiku

I wrote these on a scrap of paper, long ago, which I recently rediscovered:

Truth

What are you hiding?
It's behind your dark glasses.
The sun is setting.

Lies

Snagging your eyelids
like fishhooks, pulling them closed,
shutting out the truth.

Love

It melts like ice cream
dropped on the hot blacktop in
a sticky puddle.

Water

Rushes and gushes
currents carving stone, a wave,
a ripple, droplets.

Words

Heavy and hulking,
they crush planets into dust
and are forgotten.

All Employees Must Wash Hands

Hand dryers bellow
the sound of a thousand breaths.
Whispers chase water.


More to come...or maybe less...