The wind’s cut,

and the dust is aromatic.

summer gorgeous.

***

I got burned when

the cold circle of the sky

said, hello, this is the darkness.

***

reflection of the moon

in the black pool,

looks good enough to eat.

***

sometimes i dream

i am a droplet

rolling off a silky leaf in the jungle.

***

bald rubber,

rocky highway,

phantom rolling off the rubble.

***

When I write Haiku

I am Roshi Joshu Jushin

and I place Mu in a glass of water.