Night Road Haiku
Varicose thunder south of any city light—among the mobile
Hiss of semi brakes, a fan of cattails, the only stop sign for miles
Cattle in the sprouting stretches, mouths stuffed with new romance
Fenceposts wrapped in barbwire—ditches of sprinkled dew
Deep blue of the eastern sky after dinner—full belly
Crooked dogwood with no means to bloom, crows in the branches
One still set of eyes in an all-night diner, no sugar, no cream
A gasp of headwind, steamy nostrils of a doe in the bean rows
Low hung half moon, a slice of lemon, night of bitter pull
1 comment:
vericose thunder. Love it.
p.s. Good job on SSD. I went with my friend Blair bc she needed to go to a SSD event & saw your name & knew that I knew you... and so I went! She wishes she could write poems because she wants to write one about you. :) She liked your poetry a LOT.
Because it's fantastic!
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