Sunday, February 11, 2007
what is left of the flower, said Princess Haiku
Raindrops from a dark cloud drenched the poppies.
"Are these your tears or mine?" Princess Haiku asked.
A yellow flower's transparent face turned from the sky.
What is left of the flower
reaches to the dark
mouth of the rain.
Kisses eternity as petals
shredded become eternal.