CHRIS GORDON haiku ’96 part one
February 23, 2016 § Leave a comment
one dandelion
seed clings to the stalk
no diagnosis
a leaking faucet
butterflies mating in
all this smog
rain drops catch
the lamps and
strike my face
visible only in
the shaft of light
a circling fly
storm clouds
a circling crow
drifts eastward
the buildings
disappear a coot
surfaces
the radio
barely audible
late at night
the snails have
paid more attention
than I have
my finger follows
the wet curves
of her ear
underneath
the colorful garbage
hints of autumn
a lamp left on
in an empty room
sparrows at dusk
a moth has flown
out of my mouth
or so it seems
drawing blood
she says I look like
my name
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