Abandonment
The abandoned asylum. The shell of a house next door
like the edge of some stranger’s attention span
you’re drawn to it because they’re gone, they gave up
without knowing that even in their judgment
even when they have turned their back things are
growing green spreading out in abandonment
*
building their own context indifferent to circumstance
with regard only for their new shape just as
I am spreading roots in the airy spaces between your words
to build for you a new and pleasing shape
Others may not notice it but it will last
that may be why it will last just
*
as words are an abandoned structure
as soon as they are uttered they are left vacant
Who will come fill them in live in them will you
be with me in all this space left by others
Can we make a home with quiet abandon
past the edge of even our own attention
Past the edge of what we think we want
Translations from the English 
New favorite.
Thanks Michele! I am a huge admirer of your haiku–some of it is ninja-sharp, some of it sleep-soft. Great stuff, and really glad you liked this one.
Your words, Jeff, leave incredible structures for us to explore, with abandonment. Thanks, as always.
Always am happy to see you over here, Ann.
Lovely
Thank you–
Fantastic, Jeff. The final 7 lines are breathtaking.
Thanks Emily!