Haiku 365

Monday, April 14, 2008

Even heaven leaves
a bitter taste in one's mouth
when it's an ending.

Making connections
amidst a cacophony
fuelled by alcohol.

this time, like clockwork
another lost season ends -
better luck next year?

it's unfortunate:
so much potential, and yet
so unrealized.

you may be thinking
"Oh, the parking lot is safe!"
NO! The geese returned.

Stick to the rhythm
arrows control destiny
who is playing who?

Tired legs pushing
each step, closer to heaven
the hill's top beckons.