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Haiku Poems

I

The high-tension lines taut in cold’s brittle kingdom north of all music. ~The white sun, training alone, runs the long distance to death’s blue mountains. ~We need to exist with the finely printed grass and cellar-laughter. ~The sun lies low now. Our shadows are goliaths. Soon shadow is all.

II

The orchid blossoms. Oil tankers are gliding past. And the moon is full.

III

Medieval fortress, a foreign city, cold sphinx, empty arenas. ~Then the leaves whispered: a wild boar plays the organ. And the bells all rang. ~And the night streams in from east to west, traveling in time with the moon.

IV

A dragonfly pair fastened to one another went flickering past. ~The presence of God. In the tunnel of birdsong a locked door opens. ~Oak trees and the moon. Light and mute constellations. And the frigid sea.