beneath the mountain
slip by hours, months, years
as we walk
*
we reach the falls
and though we’ve not solved anything
we laugh and turn around
*
two women, a road
and nothing
they can’t say
*
spring wind
we walk and walk until
we disappear
There’s a nice little rhyme and echo of walking at play between the first and last haiku, a satisfying closure, click, ah…
I like how these stanzas stand alone, yet also flow one to the other, comprising a cohesive whole.