Chance – Page 8 – Iron Haiku

shredded paper towels
last night’s garbage strewn about-
I know you’re to blame
–
morning sun –
in the doorway
indecisive

unexpected rain-
a brief but welcome respite
from the summer heat
–
clearing skies-
the gift of
a rainbow

awake in the dark
so transfixed by the vision
I can’t make a sound
–
the crickets silenced-
a specter looms
o’er my footboard

a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands
–
pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside

a rain-soaked highway-
the skeletal hand of fate
cuts another thread
–
trapped in amber-
mountains are as
grains of sand

a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on

one hapless squirrel-
suddenly half the city
plunged into darkness
–
pulling weeds-
squirrels drop acorns
on my head

a copse of willows-
long verdant tresses brunette
in the evening light
–
prolonged drought-
green pastures
turn to dust

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
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dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest