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Ayn Jun 2020

Ashes fall
Upon crows in flight.
Cawing in
A cloaked night.

Dancing sparks;
Floating up high.
The raven’s barks;
A simmering cry.

As the ashes call the crows,
The sparks burn the ravens.

Ayn Jun 2020

Untitled

A citric eastern breeze
Beckons in frosted waves.
A mosaic of spectral sun
Drawn upon the fractured glass.
Surf exploding onto rocks
Like the trillions of stars
Now twinkling,
At twilight.

Ayn Jun 2020

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The roses kneel
Before the trees
The shadowed reveal
Before the breeze.

The smell of rain
In the sky.
My tears are gone
And the well is dry.

Why am I welcomed
By burning pages
And culling voices?

Ayn Jun 2020

Father

He is an *******,
But a good kind of *******.
It runs in my fam.

I abbreviated family to fam to fit the 5-7-5

#haiku #fathersday

Ayn Jun 2020

Roses

Petals fly
Petals fall
Dancing roses
Sewing the fall.

Fallen petals laying, red.
Sewn by a simple thread;
The world’s card has been drawn
Fate is facing the early dawn.

Ayn Jun 2020

Internalization

Taking into account
All the tension
That has come to pass,
I should have long since

Snap— —ped

So why am I
Still standing
In one piece?

Me taking in the fact that I have awful social anxiety. It’s virtually impossible for me to enter a store or restaurant and ask for an application. I don’t know how people do that.

Ayn Jun 2020

Crows

Three crows
Upon a line.
Three crows
Here to dine.

Lines are drawn
Upon the sky’s
Deep blue lawn.
The third crow
Was just a pawn.

Two crows,
Where’s the third?
Who knows.

Red lines are drawn upon a lawn,
It’s time to pay respects
To the long lost pawn.