Wire Haiku

Just a quick announcement: Wire Haiku is going on hiatus until April!

"where's the forest?" my
father asks, while staring
at a thousand trees.

Why yes, I have been binging Survivor.

for hours,
i watch the shore
bring my man to me

Go away, come back.

all the simple wishes
we wrote in the sand
vanish in our rearview

Wash it all away.

two greying pixels
swoop down toward our table
and become seagulls

Background and foreground as one.

beneath hazard lights
and plastic ropes, the new year's 
grass grows thick.

Lay the new over the old.

i can't wait
to rip the plastic wrap
off these trees

Open when ready.

on the last dirt road
a lonely, shattered willow
begs for a gardener.

Make it better.

rebar and red tape
around the thinnest whisper
of a newborn willow

It’s always the little ones.

across the bannered fence,
the gardens make their promise.
a sapling hugs the bars.

Patience, children.