Zen Haiku

Poem 2181

Burning raked leaves
the pregnant girl
twirls her mother’s ring.

Interstate bus
near term she rubs her face
on the window mist.

Late guests
the pregnant hostess
nibbles at their cheeses.

Rolling over
her baby bump
the sea’s soft swell.

Near her term
leaves falling
past the lace curtains.

Strolling past sunflowers

at eight months

now she accepts their nods.

Furniture shop

the pregnant woman

again opening drawers.

Burning raked leaves

the pregnant girl

twirls her mother‘s ring.

Interstate bus

near term she rubs her face

on the window mist.

Rolling over

her baby bump

the sea‘s soft swell.