Jurtin Albine

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #54

crabwise crustacean
captured; legs ***** inward; flick. . .
golden draped white meat

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #53

fields of vineyards stretch
in adequately spaced rows—
their ripe fruits dangle

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #52

candle wax drippings
pooled at the base of winter—
running to be free

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #51

a forest is cleared—
exchanged habitats for homes—
creatures roam "our" roads

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #50

thorn burred in my thumb
careful tweezers pick and pluck—
a spot of wet blood

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #49

death has never left
it's wandered through everything
waiting for life's chance. . .

Jurtin Albine Aug 2017

Haiku #48

an old age adage—
you know, I was young once too. . .
just like you. . . deaths next