earth-breaking seed— 
an after-scent
of extinction
5 7 5 . . .
an ocean of sound 
ebbs and flows 
and ebbs once more
just now
and now again
signs of life
fallen night—
Adam peels the apple
of his eye
between
voice and word
the sparks
silent as a gun
sparrows twitter from the brim
of a scarecrow's hat
with wayward eyes
his won't stiffens
its resolve
a heartbroken suit
fills in the full flush
of its youth
stretching
in my imagination
the husk in her voice
haiku wars
staccato moments
litter the floor