Tag: poetry – mine

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Three San Francisco Haiku: Phoenix Hotel in the Tenderloin

Three haiku at the Phoenix Hotel on the edge of the Tenderloin

san francisco streets
wrought iron gate, open sky
urban oasis

blue mosaic pool
low chairs arranged artfully
artwork, fountains, fire

outside, the homeless
squeal of buses, 6am
unmerited gifts

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Empty Pond, Full Sky

what does it mean to be empty
and what does it mean to be full?

empty air
over the still glass
surface of the pond

empty belly

geese make
full-throated calls,
expectant

on a monday after the clocks change–
magic hour of daylight
missing hour of sleep

banks empty
still winter-brown

the fluttering sound
of a goose
drinking from the pond
she glides across

empty water, swirling,
then still
after her passing

the park full
of people stunned
at the way winter falls away

the playground full
of children shouting
in foreign tongues

pen drops from my hand
over the empty boulder
into the clear water
rests on the empty bottom

my womb, empty again

this moment
full of silence

this mind
full of the moment
blessed
empty

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Two February Haiku: Sunlight, Startled Deer

afternoon sun slants
shows the marsh in a new light
witch hazel, hemlock

three deer in the trees
bound away with startled tails
tiny wild island

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Tight-Drawn and Fragile

PL5 written on the wrapped-green house,
   half-built, half-lot,
down from the street from Boston’s last
         working
                farm

“Please,” utters the spirit, tight-drawn and fragile
   as you motor from one encounter to the next.
January looms in the blue-and-white sky,
chills your fingers as you dig gloves from pockets

Unaccustomed to their new location,
all your possessions cry for mercy, comfort,
      gratitude
            time a gratuity
and your check so small,
it won’t cover the bills