24 | Visiting Haiku Poets by Kimberly Kuchar
gazing at three moons—
visiting haiku poets
drone incessantly
countless worlds—
he travels in search of
his white whale
Earth’s night sky
with its solitary moon
feels empty
on her necklace—
a nano-engraved map
to her home planet
in my soup—
black peppercorns
or Flaxgor eggs?