Zen Haiku

Poem 6025

sundial garden

all over

a butterfly

I step away from

the long white tunnel

above the bed to fear of pain

Going around

the sick friend’s garden

rain drizzles.

Her bedroom mirror

every doll out of their box

being chastised.

auctioning

Father’s

shabby

house

Without a sundial

my father’s garden

also in spring bloom.

all night poker …

for his drive home

street lights in drizzle

Cafe’ mirror

the blonde sipping quietly

under her red sun hat.

Sundial garden

under father’s apple tree

gravity plucks another.

Sundial garden

the summer’s filled

with the summer’s drive.