Assorted Haiku



Our big dreams come true
unnoticed, while we cry for
all the little ones.

From a sea-blue sky
a brown bolt of eagle strikes:
death among flowers.


Clear intention shows
that what you think will happen
tends to be what does.

Only this end — that
dead men write no histories —
justifies the means.

I’m deconstructing
hermeneutics… Oh my dog!
What am I saying?

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