1 2-liner and several 2-line haiku

        my home & pond from jet
        two specs  now one  now ... clouds
        	summer's first breath
        	ruffled my silver hair
        	  a wrinkle in the sheet
        	  and the buzz of a mosquito

    about to move
    to live a seventh life
            low buzz in the sky
            i am sure it's a jet plane

                            jogging in dark
                            too dark to run

        kill the killer
        or let the orphans die
                 clouds--I know those faces
                 scaring me before they fade away

      clouds--in ruins
      I recognize voices and gestures

                talking to trees in forest
                talking to himself in crowd

             Shamu on my GO board
             I need your two eyes!
        words words words
        missed the station
Wlodzimierz Holsztynski ©