Karin Andersen

A Long Haiku of Love

Sharing a smile
with a stranger
forgetting to be afraid

folded in your arms
I am a child again
laughing.

love hides in the flowers
of the syringa tree
surprising me each spring

a window seat over Africa
red dust roads
aching in the sunlight

sharing a meal with strangers
under a syringa tree
barefoot in God’s garden

where fat bellied secrets
sprout from the seeds
of lost words.

 

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