Matrix Haiku
First
published in Matrix #107, Fall 2017,
pages 28–29. All poems but one originally written in 2010 and 2011, with the exception (“distant dinner bell”) written in 2014.
the waterfall’s spray
wets my sunglasses—
vacation alone
circles
of rain—
tied-up
yachts
chumming
together
the mayor’s speech . . .
flecks of rust
beneath the anchor
long
day—
the
shadows of salt grains
on
the café table
pea-soup fog—
your lighthouse keychain
lighting the roadmap
trackless
shore—
the
pock of a shell
dropped
onto stones
out of breath . . .
a stunted pine
at the trail’s summit
low
tide—
stones
still wet
for
discovery
spring breeze—
the tree’s penumbra
a lighter green
still
night . . .
the
sound of plums
beginning
to bloom
distant dinner bell—
one more time
through the labyrinth
you
gave me this ring
on
a day like today . . .
snow
about to fall
forest clearing—
swaying leaves bring to mind
a guitar solo
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