Tuesday, September 1, 2015

New Haiku


bittersweet summer—
more seed than apple, my mother
old and parting

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spools of old highway
long hours walking round-shouldered
just tree-cupped sunlight

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fine powder cupped
in paper capsules I reach
ahead for another

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his palm cupped, opening
her third button—sunlight
for the rest of us

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