Those days with the wind swaying in the trees
those grey misty days of swirling leaves,
of tumbling autumn days falling into water -
the sea lapping around the legs of the pier
Jacaranda jaculus - jaculus Caractacus
Hacking haikus home from traveling the page.
Merimac memory-babe, clacking keys
'Who are you? ' asked the caterpillar
but I didn't know - so what could I say?
I thought about it for a bit
but realized there was no answer
at the back door
with a hacksaw
in his black claw
You hollowed out my poem
and stuck your