Elena Naskova,

 

 

Haiku   carols singing she borrows my fingers to add three and four     emptiness the light makes it through the fog     empty cobweb he tells me he’s leaving me     night calm my shadow wanders through the empty streets     another day another boat slips over the horizon     stealing roses the rusty smell of my blood     Shifting sands— the stork switches legs     stuck in the revolving doors … graduation day     waxing crescent moon orange outlines over the dark mountains     peaks of clouds— my feet dangling off the edge     silent forgiveness— washing the mud off the ripe strawberry