Howie Good

Failed Haiku
Blank page on my laptop
A tree still waiting for leaves
A hazy childhood memory
The dense, swirling fog 
in which a killer might lurk
Passing clouds 
cast fugitive shadows 
over a hayfield
Lines for a poem
that vanish on waking
Bright red patches 
on the wings of blackbirds 
Christ’s wounds
Your inner child
A figure pursued across the ice

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