raining onto children
at play
a napalm sky
Haiku Notebook 2019
the short night—
Buson's challenge over
all too soon
grass sprouts
where seed was sown
chicken and egg
blooming there
unlike any other
mountain rose
two by two
returning geese honk
fidelity
dead low water
birth smell, death smell
from beach wrack
the distance
between snowfalls
between breaths
heat shimmer
the garden of eden's
afterimage
forest floor
signs of frost appear
for the seeking
my shadow
darkens a spring noon's
play of light
morning dew . . .
this world reborn
without tombs
event horizon wherever i'm not
darkening sky
American exceptionalism
casts its pall
its future
pivots on a verb
to be
hermit crab
a winter tide
shushes north
dawn — distinct
instinct — indistinct
dusk — extinct
air moves in
to fill the unsaid
within the words
autumn flies—
a wringing of hands
as death nears
the stillness . . .
when words for devastation
come to their end
past her prime
she puts her golden heart
out to pasture
in the fall from grace
terminal velocity
out of a leaf's reach
with an old man
my lengthening shadow
so much sea wrack
for revision
a cluster of words
still beating
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