Dream – Page 29 – Iron Haiku

the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink
–
false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest

the spinning wheel turns
fingers idly making thread
while the mind wanders
–
adrift
on a sea
of imagination

the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai
–
fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio

bobcats and black bear
mark their territory in
the suburban wild
–
predawn-
awakened again
by coyotes

after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight
–
released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney

a warm summer night
the plaintive cries of a fox
echo from the woods
–
a burrow
tail wrapped
around her kits

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one
–
self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return
–
waiting-
trying not
to lose hope

faded cutoff shorts
bare feet out the car window
hair teased by the wind
–
hot skin
cool sheets
and promises

a cold winter night
staccato rain on the roof
you, keeping me warm
–
winter’s eve
with you, I’m
warm inside