There she always goes,
like the blustery wind blows,
Through my unclean toes.
A. Hernandez 1 18 2023

There she always goes,
like the blustery wind blows,
Through my unclean toes.
A. Hernandez 1 18 2023

You cannot hear them.
They‘re very silent these nights.
As silent as rocks.
A. Hernandez 1 18 2023


Where did the sun go?
Was I too late or too slow?
Oh, we’ll never know.
A. Hernandez 1 18 2023

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Plan Two — Grace of the Sun
I’m flying high man.
You should feel me all day man?
My aura my soul.
12 1 2022 a. Hernandez

Why I’m not perfect?
Why am I not you ask me,
I have no idea.
A. Hernandez 9 13 2022

Haiku by Hernandez
The tradition here
My wife knows is very clear
We celebrate dear!
A. Hernandez 9 7 2022

There’s sleep in my eye
Now wipe it away finger
Oh life’s much better.
A. Hernandez 8 30 2022

From Haikus by Hernandez / 2022
My time is here, now.
Not forever, not later.
Here, this time and space.
A. Hernandez 8 29 2022

A haiku inspired by a little fender bender cause by a flying tire hitting the back end of my car.
No fun fender bust
Shook me good not going lie
My nerves and my guts.
A. Hernandez 8 29 2022
