Trump haiku 17

three years is enough

to endure this terrible

unkindness; remove!

psalm XV

we walk through

snow and cold and drive

shoulders convex

on iced street

whiteness drifting

we’ve heard the third

Eroica

time shifting magic

triumph and tragedy in the spirit of

humanity

when in a blink earth shifts

and tires drift and

we gently stop backwards

you are there in the

major and minor

in the hunch

in the drift and shift

in the forte and piano

in the father and son

walkie talkies

I found them on his shelf

in a ziplock

and magic ensued

voices thrown from room

to room

voiced waves transformed

into signals so simple

now unbound by

trick of invention

so that this small boy can whisper delight into my ear

oh to ziplock these cries of delight

to Roger almost four

twining your way

deep into our hearts

like unbroken viola melody

with sweet chords

and unabashed feeling

strong legs run and jump a perfect arc

you test the boundaries of patience

learning

learning  

learning

blond wispy hair curling upward  

and with laced up skates

you balance ice and wind beginning

to glide through

bumpy patches on this makeshift rink

intact

December

unkind winds sweep ice

walk warily soles slipping

carols hum          reassure