A Handful of Haiku
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
Some of these haiku have the wrong amount of syllables. I don’t think Basho would mind.
after a spring rain
I toss worms back in the grass
worms with their five hearts
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we share our stories
watching the bonfire rising
touching the dark sky
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walking through the woods
I find a weather-washed deer skull
antlers holding the sky
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the wind walks the change
under ochre-colored robe—
begging bowl empty
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leaning on the oak
the old man shakes off the world
becomes the bright sky
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the map’s rivers, roads—
age-lines tracing the world’s face—
so many ways home
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dawn’s meditation—
a time-dented singing bowl—
trying to ring out
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when sleep finds my eyes
owls drift from the night trees
asking who I am
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walking by the farm
I hear the last cricket sing
near the closed barn door
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good morning grand oak
you’ve twisted through the old fence
I twist through me own
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shaving my glad breasts
making them smooth like fresh grapes
this is who I am
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Hey gold and white carps!
What darkness have you come from
to swim into the light?
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Welcome back heron
standing in the cold river
frost melting from your wings
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Fly, you’ve come early
rubbing your hands together
who will you bug first?