May 2018 – Iron Haiku

alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you
–
velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten

his paper thin skin
stretched across arthritic hands
so easily bruised
–
a spreading elm-
our initials
overgrown

a shattered windshield-
shards of broken promises
spread across the road
–
text messages-
driving past what
used to be a car

family outings
picnics paid for with the blood
of fallen soldiers
–
small flags-
dates carved
in cold granite

clouds out ash and dust-
the soil of this arid land
affords no purchase
–
orange skies-
rivers of black glass
plunge into the sea

the wind at your face
sundress flowing out behind
tight against your breast
–
out favorite elm-
your hair spilled
across my chest

the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash

april’s robin song-
the morning moon rolls over
and kisses the sun
–
cat at my feet-
your back warm
against my chest

in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof
–
rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away

lace curtains drawn back-
shadows of tiger lilies
adorning my walls
–
breakfast for one-
fresh cut blooms
on the table