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M. Kei, US
 

 

 

 

Haiku

 

dust deep in the corners
of the bedroom
after just two year

 

 

in the old church,
a child climbs inside
the organ's largest pipe

 

 

at the red light,
time enough for
one line of haiku

 

 

substitute teacher;
the students switch places
when his back is turned

 

 

a welcome sight,
Concord Point Lighthouse
on a moonless night;
the sailboat slips at last
into her home harbor

 

 

"Hard-alee!"
on his knees culling oysters
he doesn't have to duck

 

 

running out
of bottled water,
he goes out into the rain

 

 

not allowed a cat,
I settle for art instead

 

 

Damn you, Basho . . .
If I read one more frog poem,
I will croak!

 

 

unaware that they
are living lawn ornaments,
peacocks stroll the grounds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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