Zen Haiku

Poem 1246

In the mirror
the red bruise
in her rushed zipper.

Mirrored lake
silent salmon sip
the floating moon.

Dawn lifts
enough light to mirror
racing canoes.

Red silk kimono
the cherry blossoms
carpet around her.

Bamboo wind-chimes
lightly in the breeze
her red silk kimono.

Slide me whole to waves
no hillside grave with dank soils
creeping down to sea.

Midnight swim
our hands wiping moonshine
from each other’s face.

Home renovations
a child’s growth-marks
found in fading chalk.

Wolf whistles
faint rustles heard
from her nylon dress.

Windmill in the sun
deep water spilling
cool to my hands.