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
