Our Rhythmic Breathing

The following “Haiku from Index Cards” aren’t all erotic.

our rhythmic breathing

a bee slips deeper

into the fuchsia

             (written 1992, published 1993; see “From Erotic Haiku”)

our rhythmic breathing—

between lily pads

a motionless trout

             (written 1996, published 2017; see “Rhythmic Breathing” haibun)

our rhythmic breathing . . .

      my jeans on the floor

bent at the knee

             (written 1995, published 1998)