all the after of a rose remaining
alabaster any rose retaining
antimatter on the road he stayed on
all that matters is a road to rain on
all together as we row on rain on
on to gather any road to pray on
in the gutter a repose of raven
integers so close to heaven
“all the after”: Frogpond 38.1
all the other haiku: here, now.
gorgeous!
So rich and lovely on the tongue and the shifts in the mind.