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.