Forensic dreams

If you could paint the fog, 
there would still
be mandibles and eyes
from homeless dogs,
and jellyfish impressions 
left to feed relentless surfs.

If you could capture
denture fragments left,
would there be footprints
left for sea to wash away?

Would there be air or soil?
Would there be fractured bones?
Or would we feed the pyre
with living flesh of us?

Carpe Diem Haiku - Summer solstice

midsummer is trapped
in the breathless instant
between dusk and dawn

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Carpe Diem Haiku - Worship

after mating

the praying mantis

worships self

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Carpe Dieim Haiku - Happiness

a toddler's feet
dancing in the puddles -
smiles of rain

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Carpe Diem Haiku - Dawn

tiptoeing --
robe still wet with dew
this break of dawn

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