While you slip into sleep the dog yips, from dreams he dreams halfway across the room. Spiders spill out your ears. While you half-think the dreams your dog dreams, he yips and you slip. After reading Takashi Hiraide’s For the Fighting Spirit of the Walnut… and dozing in the afternoon heat.
Perfuming all the seeds, each moment, as wind ripples leaves; waterfall. If you want to see more of my haiku, you can check them out here.