Haiku series for Jared

Kathleen Wolf Davis

Issue 14 * Summer 2004

1.

he swallows hard rain
before it can cleanse the skin—
revels in his grime

2.

Dismissing the dirt
he weeps for the lost rain:
random pure trails

3.

man as sieve connects
him more directly to all
but leaves him lonely

4.

if he did not drink
he could save himself a step
and rain would still come