Zen Haiku

Poem 1211

One finished,
shoe-shine man in his mirror
polishing the other.

Rear-view mirror
her rushed lipstick
at the traffic lights.

Lake mirrors
the red Pines
of a sunset.

Mirrored lake
the moon softly bathing
down to my waist.

A second earthquake …
the mirror crisscrossed
from crack to crack.

Red silk kimono
she feeds the koi pouts
from the bridge.

The rose-garden fog
fades
her red silk kimono.

silk kimonos
pausing lovers
the thinness of paper walls

White water rapids
tear at our clothes in fury
yet their taste is sweet.

City outskirts
less brightness now
on leaving the stars.