Zen Haiku

Poem 1254

In the mirror
the moon on my face–
solitary characters.

Derelict house
cracks of dawn
in the blemished mirror.

Red silk kimono
the window rain
distorts her passing.

Her red silk kimono
sneaking under
the child’s embrace.

Red silk kimono
every Sunday
grandmother’s luncheon.

I hate their dull brains
I hawk, scattering pigeons
dive to tear off heads.

I saw her
the lime bikini blonde
writing love in the sand.

Magpie
letting the light gather
around her cracking egg.

Too far to reach
my son’s loose shoe laces
in the escalator’s teeth.

Her front step swept
recycling themselves
the crushed brown ants.