stoplight haiku

red cigarette cinders
exploding
on night highway

the christmas salsa
was a casualty
of love

support our troops
bumper sticker
faded by the rain

building a fire
from a pile of rocks,
or the river Lethe

I love the furrows in your heart as those in your brow,
as would any woman
that you have touched

october has drowned,
leaving only
readiness.