Zen Haiku

Poem 2283

In gentle waves
our sail boat grazing
on the moon.

stone well
the windlass raising
a bucket of moon.

Job interview
under-arm deodorant
hiding myself.

driftwood waves
in the sea and the sky
gulls dipping-diving.

Summer lake
among the fireflies
the stillness of stars.

Garden fog
on the raspberries
faintly red.

Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.

The stone eyes
in his face
at friendly poker.

After the swim
also rubbing sunscreen
onto her doll.

Young crow
some road kill
tasting like family.