RODE INTO FIVE HAIKUS

Bones turn to dust

Sunburnt Woods lonelier

Dogs going back to earth¡

Owl’s head our freedom

Even if it did blow over

To pick up and go.

Ghost Gioia

Is what makes this place

Intolerable.

Billowing clothes

As little as possible

Billowing homes¡

Sky and Earth

At the edge of silence

Translucency in it¡