In Haiku
by R. D. Armstrong
It’s always The moon In the Bucket.
Always the China doll With porcelain Skin as pale And white As snow.
You never hear About the tiny Cracks, or the Other signs of age.
In Haiku All is timeless.
It’s always The moon In the Bucket.
Never the Razor’s bite Or the sting Of aftershave.
In Haiku
It’s always The moon In the Bucket.
Always the Ship dissecting Mt. Fuji’s Calm Reflection.
Always the Heron Taking Inventory.
Always the Thoughts of You turning In your sleep Pulling the Sheets tightly To your breast.
In Haiku
The kiss lingers Snow never melts Rain mists gently And The moon In the Bucket Always returns No matter How long It takes.
From Fire and Rain: Selected Poems 1993–2007, San Pedro, California: Lummox Press, 2008. See a PDF preview of the book online at http://www.lummoxpress.com/FireRain2-EBookSample.pdf.
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