To celebrate National Haiku Day here is a poem made of entirely haiku. It was written by my father and me. Read about it in Green Rune Anthology if you so wish.

Rust
Some bridges refuse
to burn but are swept away
by weight of water.

Others succumb to
decay and time. Like people
charred by our anger.

A sturdy friendship
can overcome disaster.
It’s the rust that kills.

Walk by the river
and you ask yourself, wasn’t
there a bridge here once?