That wind always tries
to undress me … today
it took my name, too.
*
It’s hard to be
serious when you’re kissing
my elbows.
*
What’s that? It’s only
supposed to have seventeen
syllables? But the sky today deserves at least twenty-five.
*
Erase the word mine
from these lips. Replace it with
nothing.
*
Tonight the stars
are just stars, the lines that link
them all undrawn.
Lovely. And that out of control haiku, yes! Fits the sequence so nicely. And the wit this sequence starts with is very compelling, setting the tone for the unlearning as it reaches up toward the stars.