Zen Haiku

3889

car-tyre swing
grandpa’s the hand
that moves us

stars
in the light of each other
fill our sky

saxophones
beneath my cat nap
dad’s low vinyl jazz

resisted…
reading a pen-pal
at the letter box

sunset mirror
the geese push aside
the light of the lake

wind
plucking roses
from the moon

dance class
I tell her
I trained without her all week

dance class
before the music
a soft-shoe shuffle

deepening leaves
grandmother’s autumn
beyond her

of homework and nights…
of books at the table
in ink-well stains