Haiku 39 - The Stone Cycle

Written by: Jack Jordan

	my private field
	an embarrassment of dread
	stones, cold rain

	buried in cheap wine
	obvious worthlessness
	stones, sinking
	blue and gray despair
	red and purple my anger
	stones, submerged
	color salvation —
 	“Paint yellow,” she said
	stones, receding water

	climb to clean air
	to yellow, orange, bright green
	stones, in my garden