poetic sliders
haikus still warm in their bun
eat them with your ears
in the sand feet move
grass moves in the wind of hips
i dream i am young
to the deepest space
you are less then an atom
freedom from ego
once a upon a time
there was a man in the fog
waiting to be born
spa/pa/pod/dle/ack
there is no meaning for that
this word is not yet
a poem for you
there is no rhyme in haiku
so now it's all through
Poetic Sliders by Captain Dolphineas Poppy May 15 2020