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HAIKU

after the rain
the moon
hanging out to dry



All Hallows' Eve...
trash thuds
in the funeral home dumpster



All Souls' Day...
a shattered pumpkin
grins



an instant of sun
on her face at the stoplight...
her black eye



autumn evening...
one firefly
moving away



autumn evening...
the undertaker watches
an old man walk by



autumn rain
louder on the roof...
knowing I'm dying



Bang!
Orion's belt
loosening



block after block
of tenements...
a face in the window



cat
in the sunrise sunlight
under the Olds



children's laughter...
the taste of Kool-Aid, the scent
of corn being shucked



Christmas Eve...
snow falling
in the cedar stand



crickets...
radio tower lights
blinking



dead squirrel...
one leaf, spinning
as it falls



dozer driver
pulling levers
under a parasol



fly...

frogtongue



four fans blowing...
the cat cleans herself
on the leather chair



four fat girls
from the halfway house
holding hands, singing



full moon...
the cat trotting
up the fire escape



her praying hands
in the steam
from her coffee cup



his windless
funeral morning...
damned bluebirds



"How's my driving?"
on the truck
in the ditch



in steep silence
swifts, flutter-falling
into the chimney



in the firelight
the warm blond wood
of my guitar



jet
passing Jupiter; contrails
lit by the moon



lake mist
polished stars...the sound of
pee on the grass



light snow
bare branch
blue jay



little girl
reaches for daddy's hand...
tattooed nude



mountain highway...
the moon sets,
rises, sets again



mountain vista...
fog
in the creases



my father's silence...
remembering how he turned
bread crumbs into birds



no sound at all
from the dog in his house...
steady rain



powder-blue Pontiac...
lilacs strewn
all over the yard



power humming
toward my computer
under a mockingbird's feet



pristine morning...
blue smoke from tailpipes
in still columns



quarter moon settling
into the pinetops...
Ashland City 12



quickly
past the gauze curtains
onetwo three birds



rain falling
on the yellow Tercel's
black bumper



rainy morning...
my head floating
in my coffee cup



rainy morning...
hearing the rust
in my neighbor's wind chimes



red satin...
my lips touch the hollows
of her shoulder blades



a mockingbird
turning bugs & berries
into songs



rough-hewn post
slowly
the cow's head turns



she stares at the moon,
trying to make out
Neil Armstrong's footprints



smoke
in the distance...
a squirrel's tail arches



snow melting
on the welcome mat...
sagging galoshes



someone's cough
lingers...the church's
silence



standing with my book
in perfect stillness, waiting
for a bird to watch



starlit night...
in the silent garage,
my dad's telescope



suddenly moths
into the headlights...
skunkscent



summer evening...
the cat asleep
on the yoga mat



summer heat...
a beetle
clambers through the straw



sun on the porch...
the undertaker & his cat
yawning



the kids swarm...
blade gleams summer night sidewalk
old Frank goes down



3:27
:12 :13 :14 :15
:16 :17



through 10x50s
impact craters
on the harvest moon



tiny spider
rappelling
from the ceiling



winding country road...
the moon shifts
shoulder to shoulder



wipers slapping...
boxcar boxcar boxcar
boxcar boxcar



woven
into the sparrow's nest...
dental floss



This was among the first I
ever wrote. It isn't really a
haiku, since it uses simile,
although I didn't know that
at the time. Rolling Stone
published it anyway.

her wake swells, empty
& silent; leaving, she took
the moon like a kite
 

 

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