haiku poetry

why do
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
over the river, on the hill
when night drifts along the streets of the city
if i should die, think only this of me
dear wife
over the river they beckon to me
i saw him once before
brief on a flying night
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i saw the first pear
one by one, like leaves from a tree
your body's motion is like music