Haiku 13.29-33: Open Windows

need not carry the intent
or result of death.

A paper airplane
flew over a busy street
to a quiet park

like a butterfly
coming to rest on milkweed
after its long flight

from green Chiapas
to an abandoned farmhouse
under a blue sky

deep as Superior
and enticing to me as
an open window.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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