Zip Haiku
monsoons begin
with each day’s rain
the hills turn greener greener
our childhood home unlocking the door
I enter and I smile
sounds of bamboo flute on my path
flowers strewn as I walk past
water from the
waterfall trek
after our long climb we drink
a sparrow chirps
but no one knows
deep within her silences
filigree-like
a canopy of leaves
arch my evening path
Zip One-breath
hey you
he shouts across evening traffic din
crossroads
the policeman with non-stop sneezes
