Zen Haiku

3520

breakfasts
in our talk of dreams
except their meaning

I reach out
the frog leaps to
the hole in water
Re: Basho’

pencil eraser
rubbing me
out of a haiku

end of drinks
her birthday’s
middle age

in head lights–
crossing a bridge
Pines only above the mist

garden sundial
dew growing aphis
on the buds of May

nursing home
I can’t find out
who cleans father

the moon–
desires to caress
Laurel’s back

bonsai garden
flies here too
polish their wings

open window–
she lisps quietly
“Journeys of the geese”