Haiku
pooled
in the palm,
the pebble
still fluent
the incense
has blackened
the face
of the Buddha
summer storm.
lanterns dancing
in drunken rooms
dawn rain
the temple bell
swollen
expectant
with one leg over
the gate-less gate
the monk
waits for
the buddha
as the evening darkens,
herons
light up like
candles
cat pause
raised paw
late night
flatulence
between her smile
and her eyes
lies
hover
like
flies
the curtains part
a glimpse of clouds
morning breeze
a leaf
rises to meet
another,
autumnal ripple
in each other’s faces
we find traces
of laughter’s creases,
betrayal’s emesis
there was a
moment
before the ink
dried
when her laugh
faltered…
and died
summer storm
lanterns dancing
in drunken rooms