my father's funeral
at last
I meet him
tinywords, 8 June 2006
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my father's funeral
at last
I meet him
tinywords, 8 June 2006
toad in the path
pondering
my next move
a pretty girl's smile
in a crowded subway car
on Monday morning—
come on, old rest-of-the-day,
what have you got to offer?
train whistle
a gust of wind moves
the windmill’s arms
published in Riverbed Haiku, spring 2008
pieces of bread
in the middle of the lawn -
a white feather
***
des restes de pain
au milieu de la pelouse -
une plume blanche
easter
a spot of holy water
on my silk tie
I think we could use a variation on the theme:
on his mind today
the drink he hasn't had
for twenty years
friend's party--
two straight vodkas
when she's not here
happy hour
he tells me again
he doesn't miss her
(Published in Sketchbook)
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