Rush-hour Call

In the din of the evening
Rush hour,
You can still hear them birds call.

They have learnt to sing louder
Than words, if I remember.

So they can hear the singing
As we do, fading away.

As we pass them the emptying
Iborian downtown.

Ranen: Haiku

I am at week's end.
My babe be with me. Nano
Flicks of summers past.

Simpliciteria

Had my cake
And ate it!

I could do that.

All there was there was,
O please,
As thin slice of cake
In cloudy desire,
As I had.

Which I had,
And could have
No more.

And my hands felt
De emptiness,
My heart de tumblin --
A certain urge to hold
Still, and still hold.

When all was said -- undone.

I searched for answers,
For which there were
Ready questions:

Why, why,
I couldn't eat what I did not have.
Why, why,
It's never a good idea
To eat another's leftover.

Ate my cake
And don't have
It, no more!