empty parking lot
some wind collects and swirls
leaves into a shape
alone in the waiting room
checking the plant
for reality
in early morning rain
I return
a stranger’s solemn nod
everyday she waits
at the bus stop;
just to wait
rusted tracks
beside the freeway A man
with a burlap sack
under the pine tree
that he chose rain
at his grave
my father’s winter
coats still hang
in the closet
with friends
I open the fortune cookie
without a fortune
taking off my clothes
my heart
closer...
in another country
from a flatcar
the Milky Way
free spirits...
a year later
they return
sidewalk sale-
wind twists a lifetime
guarantee tag
x-ray room
they remove
her crucifix
myself
monopolizes
me
morning zazen
marriage counseling
ourselves
train receding
its wake in the grasses
still waving...
end to end
three Ramblers take part
in the overgrown field
farm auction-
fields filled with asters
and goldenrod
cold autumn wind
in all the cracks
eyes of barn cats
the tree that rubbed
the house noisily
burns in the fireplace
autumn moonlight
folded in
the clothes on the floor
meeting her boyfriend
our handshake
out of synch
sneaking M & M’s...
the crunching
in my ears
wanting my old life
when I wanted
my present life
cream in my coffee...
visiting from the next booth
a curious cockroach
asleep
in my lap the new kitten
I didn’t want
the hypnotist
describes her technique
sound of the stream
downpour-
a duck waddles away
from the pond
after the party
undressing
myself
early morning fog-
in the cereal bowl
the spoon clinks
in the prayer bowl
the silence
of dust
daybreak frost-
the sound of leaves falling
through leaves
calling
for the lost cat...
wind chimes
mountaintop:
giving back
each breath
the way
rain takes
the mountain
after zazen
the ride home
without the radio
one tree
one bird, one song
the dusk
sunrise frost-
under the maple one night’s scatter
of leaves
this link provides a different presentation of the same haiku...
http://dwillmot.home.mindspring.com/tc/autumnwind.htm
