a tulip waits
in the silence
before daylight
a river's roar rises
from the heart of darkness
the yellowed keys
of a vintage steinway
gather dust
songs of yesteryear
seep through cracked windows
a sparrow feather
stays aloft
in the summer sun
barely a breath
the stillness
of a deer
child lying slain
by a father's gun
the echo
of an ancient tale
now so real
from the belly of leviathan
he slouches toward ninevah
sunset fire
its hour comes round
in the end
Clayton Beach
Hansha Teki
April 2018
paschal moon
i eat what i am
to become
haiku rubrics
red ochred hands
scale the wall
distant storm
a door creaks open
to absence
ebbing light—
a milk-heavy cow tastes
the last of it
sighs adrift
in the shadow shift
of a fontanelle
wordless tryst
the scent of crushed leaves
where we lay
unseen breeze
just as night rustles
into the earth
baby booming
songs of departure
thunder light
shining cuckoo in transparent absence
a tui
chimes descant to
its shadow
a twitter of insignificance from the cygnet
nothing's said hot
lest it be dreamed out
in nothing but words
a universe
wholly cosmetic
(who knows how?)
mealed-with-flesh
from man-mold made
man-mould mound