HeartStrung

  when my mind spins 'round I write haiku in my head instead of sleeping . . .

I sat on the curb lit by porch lights and street lamps but couldn't see stars

word s whispered in wind carried home on swirling breeze: I miss you, my love

woman of few words  speaks at length to listeners but still feels unheard

when sun setting comes heads turn, mouths become silent we breathe in the sky