Haiku Horizons – Page 2 – aka, The Abject Muse

Holding

If only the hand— the hand that fits in yours so perfectly, were mine.

Fireflies blinking Secret message to others Beware: Kids with jars.

Cornered by the past and future; nowhere to be except here and now.

Moonlit dew glistens the kudzu vines overgrown, strangling roadside trees.

The moment we met it was obvious that you weren’t into me. Yet.