Haikus for Jack

I don't remember
The haiku from the workshop
Something about hair

I always recall
The beauty of your thought to
Always bear the cross

Red and yellow balls
Steady hand hovers above
Touching ball, ball, bald

Waiting for a fight
Ignoring the better fight
And losing our keys

The gap falls apart
When two share the fear of gaps
There is no gap there

Walking up the stairs
Self like slinky and self gone
We were horses then

With love and grounding
Alchemy of double dust
Would fail to scare me

A mind finds a mind
A mind sees himself in mind
The meaning of life

Rest atop Big Hands
Warm with smoke and kindness strong
Depart for the night

I need not say more
Burgers, purp skurpers and bud
Budding friendship all

I need not say more
Poems within a poem
The story is one