Haiku

Austyn Harrington

Feel the prick,
swollen skin-
buzz,buzz, buzz

Car horn,
new skid marks,
ghosts alive.

Clear, crystal water flows
over his spot
marked with stone.

Haikus

Amanda Sherry

Waves crash on the shore

All scatter away

Footprints appear once more

 

Lipstick-like grins

With bright red tongues

Don’t let it drip away

 

First up, then down

After hours of grey

A trail to the pot of gold