supermarket blues and other haiku

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Supermarket Blues

Teenage kids going

through the kitchen like locusts;

one more risky trip.

Stasis

These are the still days, their terrible, wonderful peace,

trickling slow.

Listening to Janis Ian

Stars they come and go as we humans also do, and viruses too.

Fingers crossed

Empty streets and skies up to their eyes in silence,

invisible wishes.

Momentum

whistle up a tart an explosion of lanterns

textual creatures

Wet colour

indented clouds

egg and soldiers. sway, every word.

glass-think

idea of earth a wet blow against our walls

haunting of an eye

starfish

a year growing legs salt plaited into a tree

waving particles