M. Kei, US






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



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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