Gills Posted on June 13, 2015 9:19am EDT by whimsygizmo Forsaking lungs, she flows, knows only her own salt. The moon pulls her safe.
3 thoughts on “Gills”
(Pleased to meet ‘ku)
Too early for prose.
6am in Las Vegas.
Longer poems will come.
Enjoying the Haikus, such a non traditional slant.
Haiku may be my favorite form, though I’ve written poetry of all sorts for the last 50 years. Haiku get at the heart of things. Love your poem.