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Haiku for Lovers
On the Occasion of Your Engagement
Congratulations follow in your wake
Like tropical fish on parade to greet
A passing snorkeller, swept off her feet
By waves of flitting fins outstretched to shake
Her hand and glisten with her ring—but make
Way! New arrivals tread the tide to meet
With her and pay their social dues. Repeat
Until she knows everyone knows. I take
My turn and sink into the tidal gloom
Past memories of dying coral reefs
And sea anemones that will not bloom
Now. They did last year, but I was a thief
In my own mind and stored those all away
Behind a door marked X barred shut today.
Nine of Pentacles
Her practiced fingers stroke the well-worn keys—
A simple melody with simple ease—
Then reach for fifths to fill the pattern’s run
Alone. No rush. There’s no one else to please:
No judge, no jury, no race to be won.
So she slows—settles to a mournful pace
Reminding her of all the pain it took
To get her here: the lines she had to trace
To rise above and toss away the book
Alone. No rush. There’s no one else to please
And that’s enough. She sets her music’s sun
And beauty echoes from her hard-earned grace…
But sly shadows steal an embarrassed look.
Mirror, Dreams
The I in the soul patch slapped off my face
Spread scattered ego shuffling on the breeze
Over every emaciated place
Diminished by my exile’s treason’s ease.
.
The man in my mirror, the man in my dreams
Splits snicker-snack in the caesura’s claws,
Neatly striking my name from where I’ve been
And scribbling it back in between the pause.
.
Same sign, new meaning: a coincidence
Of arbitrary logos advertising
Two different products—and yet all sense
Points at the sameness the change tries disguising.
.
So on these stilted thoughts wobbling across
My portrait, I know I and he are me,
But marvel that a mask’s symbolic loss
Can warp my memories based on what I see.
Take a Deep Breath
(You have to read this one out loud)
Take a Deep Breath
.
And speak the memory of a foreign shore
Where pastels spilled on water stroked your back
In slow exhale to revisit once more
The visible eyes in a bedroom of black
Amazed that they loved you before
The lips found the words that they lacked.
write with lightning 