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Chen-ou Liu, CA
 

 

 

Haiku

 

two sparrows
the temple steps lit
by the spring sun

 

 

spring breeze
through the maple tree
mom's lullaby

 

 

a girl in black
draws a heart in the sand
waves rolling in and out...

 

 

her parting words
floating on a lotus leaf
spring dewdrops

 

 

the bride hides
her pricked finger:
blood stained sheets

 

 

her plane to Japan
leaves the long white trail
a drifting leaf

 

 

first day of class
a kite dream drifting
out the window

 

 

jump rope's spinning ring
one by one red leaves
falling in

 

 

divided
by the wall of snow
two barking pugs

 

 

a bat banging
against the attic window
Eric, my name now

 

 

Senryu
 

 

Is this a senryu?
what remains of vague stares
into space

 

 

steaming bacon
is a calorie just
a calorie?

 

 

verse by verse
his sermon draws me closer
to his wife's shoulder

 

 

from the podium
the first verse line rolls out

buzz of conversation

 

 

bathed in moonlight
my mother-in-law's face turns
to my friend

 

 

breezy Sunday
a nun gives her cross
to a beggar

 

 

she smiles
a Mona Lisa smile

the man behind me

 

 

Dyke March
a soft smile on her lips
as her eyes meet his

 

 

I Do...
the best man's wife
weeping

 

 

New Year's Eve
he works overtime
with the intern

 

 

Tanka

 

the stucco house
behind rusty wrought iron—
winter rain
drizzles on a faded sign
Don't move, improve

 

 

by the rosebush
a girl found with dried blood
on her legs. . .
those words buried deep
in the shadows of our minds

 

 

such a buzz
at the poetry reading...
I come back
to my attic room
knee-walking drunk

 

 

the train whistle
echoing in the distance
the Stars and Stripes
flapping in the wind…
the lost look in her eyes

 

 

icicles
hanging from the roof
capture
the moonlight...
that summer in her eyes

 

 

a Buddha
stands outside a shelter
for the homeless
in his hands
snowflakes and one coin

 

 

side-glancing
at the dragon tattoo
nestled
in her cleavage...I brave
the cold on New Year's morning

 

 

my love tanka
is already one-week old
70 drafts
in the making...
the wind moans in the night

 

 

Father, I've sinned:
she barged into my heart
without notice
declaring the supremacy
that only Mother should have

 

 

the priest repeats
Marriage is a sacred vow
once again
I look at his wife
then turn to her godson

 

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