Zen Haiku

Poem 5419

I step away from
the long white tunnel
above the bed to fear of pain
the beyond is not yet yours
this love that says
you should go back

autumn
raked
into
flames

auctioning
Father’s
shabby
house

River cruise
the freckles on Laurel’s throat
brushed by her green blouse.

Lake mirror
the cries of belonging
from the migrant geese.

And, his face
knowing
the sweet falls of her hair.

His face
in the sweet fall
of her hair.

Office lift
the sense of their perfumes
one after another.

The tide leaks
where the crunch of sand
fits our feet to the ankles.

In the showroom car
the man sits for some time
then… then walks out.