The Great Conjunction
four hundred year breadth
Saturn and Jupiter kiss.
The fog has lifted.
Undenied
with broad gentle sweeps
the king tide won’t be denied.
I seek higher ground.
Black Gold
indigenous lands
torn asunder for tar sands.
the river runs black.
A Rhythm
Rock paper scissors
Prime numbers count my moments
on the commute home.
Thank you for supporting Mr. Schultz’s haiku throughout the semester. The Quad has enjoyed providing a platform for such a talented writer!
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