Haiku #257

 

257.

White horse in front of
A blue bowl. Phone interrupts
The auto-response.

Haiku #256

256.

My teeth are not what
They were, nor skin, nor the wolves
Sheltered in my bones.

Haiku #255

255.

A forum for moons,
Four distinct dreams with one end;
Lanterns of blue truth.

Haiku #254

254.

In the end, there is
Only peace. Everything else
Were fissures and breaks.