Haiku roundup (bonfire to spine).
cinders like fireflies
the summer she turned sixteen
a bonfire of loss
his two grown daughters
anchor him on either side
his last beach visit
small trajectories
the straw wrapper taking flight
across the table
playing with mirrors
determined to see himself
to infinity
opening the book
to find a photo bookmark
a child, date, and age
her eyes shift skyward
to find the familiar moon
staying up past noon
the youthful maestro
convinced of the recorder's
infallible song
waking from a nap
the shadows of mini-blinds
edged with afternoon
kitten in her lap
the sleeping ball of black fur
rising and falling
places I can't reach
droplets running down your spine
from the drowning pool
