we inspect each bug
the blue magnifying glass
makes us scientists
by James Brush
Tag: haiku
lone cirrus wisp
a temporary arrow
pointing back toward home
sulphur butterfly
stone skipping across the sky
wind and highway noise
red bud blossoms
flickers of warmth
in grey fog
the road to summer
a field full of primroses
& a killdeer’s cries
spring wildflowers
the pennies I found
outside the jail
like Bashō
I walked the length of Japan
said Fitbit’s email
the old dog’s ribs
shift with each breath
these long nights
