Six haiku

Six haiku

Six haiku

easy silence
taking the bunch of keys
warm from your hand


just over there  
   both ends  
of the rainbow


tiny winter apples –
she hands me dipping salt
in a scrap of maths homework


on the street of hairclips
buckets of pink crabs
boil in their shells


crowded streets at dusk
a single shirt dances
on the rooftop


outside the temple
buying a white bird
    to set free