Zen Haiku

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boarding school
I try on
my father’s face

tot and I gardening
in a turned log
the dank smells of re-growth

by noon
the tide takes back
the kid’s rock pools

clinging
to the top bed sheet
this humid place

the afternoon Sun
in a mirror
returning its heat

all the stings
of a beach wind
then the umbrella escapes

neighbour’s rumour
of a wife left
school bells ringing

thunder at night
the lightning in Laurel’s eyes
before she lost it

long drought
the farm’s debt
in our marriage

fox at the tree line
rushing to nail
the hen-house door