Several Haiku (April 2023)

rising toward dawn,
mountain peak stretching skyward,
a captive dancer

business: clashing thrones,
emails and calls, all to make
others do your job  

a space-faring koi
swims in a helmet of glass,
struggling to stretch

I’ve not “quiet quit.”
I’m just not interested
in your opinion.

Horse shit. Every beauty yields
to its manure.

beneath cherry trees,
petals gracing soft, wet earth: 
the journey ends here