Haiku Horizons – aka, The Abject Muse

Player

Hearts, feelings, and lives — too bad if they get broken. It’s part of the game.

Date palms swish and sway; Bedouins’ smoking hookahs scent the desert breeze

Round and round he goes Dog chases tail; catches it. Now what, he wonders.

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

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