HAIKU I
      
      
      
      
      
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                          Haiku I
      
                  Copyright 1970--(C)1980
              by FISHHOOK and Dennis M. Hammes
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                            for
      
                  the /kami/ of this place
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
                       /natsu-gusa ya
                     tsuwamono-domo ga
                        yume-no ato/
      
                                     -- Basho
      
      
      
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                      1
            
            white limbs and giggles
             shriek spring at streetside puddles
              split by passing wheels
            
            
                      1.1
            
            mumbling at curbstones
             winter sneaks into gutters
              dissolving in March
            
            
                      2
            
            thoughts of you
             butter dots 
              on the broth
            
            
                      3
            
            snow pierces my eyes
             /sensei/ sits on a drift
              red sled
            
            
                      4
            
                 (Gershwin)
            
            a mellow burble
             rams silver through ebony
              to clinch on B-flat
            
            blue cat yowping
             behind a rag piano
              wallows out to sass
            
            feet mired in rosin
             desire reaches through steel C
              seeking its escape
      
            a magnum recoil
             blows back from baritones to
              shred through cheesecutter violins
            
            orgasm of brass
             tumbles spent from beaded breast
              gasping on cool themes
            
            
                      5
            
            mumbled up from sleep
             small warmth and weight at my back
              was only the cat
            
            
                      6
            
                 (Monteverdi)
            
            medieval mind mulls
             at /ave/'s of idea
              receding through sound
            
            
                      7
            
            wet wood at the hearth
             a tiny jet of white fire
              spits into the void
            
            
                      8
            
                 leavetaking
            
            my ear is not fooled
             by the grinning keyboard
              i've lost a finger
            
            
                      9
            
            half moon gold on the
             rim of a lightly misted
              lake large Tom Collins
            
            
                      10
            
            silver against gray
             my white-robed mainmast pointed
              and banished the clouds
            
            
                      11
            
            black branches bother
             my windows but lighted logs
              dispel the demons
            
            
                      12
            
            stepping over dew
             black cat sniffs shadowed woodpile
              and yesterday's mouse
            
            
                      13
            
            forever nimble
             Mozart trips his way through my
              plastic livingroom
            
            
                      14
            
            weeds in my garden
             but today a sailboat is
              borrowing my beach
            
            
                      15
            
            luck, silly human!
             with two cups of coffee you
              challenge the new sun
            
      
                      16
            
            demanding pipestem
             cut in on my waltzing mind
              jealous brainstorm fled
            
                      17
            
            too impatient to
             wait for rockets, Beethoven
              ignotes a keyboard
            
            
                      18
            
            lucky airweight bug
             with the wind of the blow you
              escape crashing hands
            
            
                      19
            
            sunset.  come, let's slip
             into a brandy and a
              fresh bit of music
            
            
                      20
            
            pen a point in space
             set your mind's crosshairs on it
              write a universe
            
            
                      21
            
            king of orange and black
             a monarch challenges the
              dynasty of blue
            
            
                      22
            
            tight spiral of conch
             spreads silent a broad round flange
              listens to the sand
            
            
                      23.1
            
            precision reticle
             three pointed cartridges
              New!  portable cross
            
            
                      23.2
            
            crowned by a crosshair
             gunpowder in a brass bed
              kiss of a finger
            
            
                      24
            
            acrobat pinetrees
             hang heels-up from the shoreline
              tear-coated sailboat!
            
            
                      25
            
            what kind of stocking
             is leaving black hairs behind
              on warm white laundry
            
            
                      26
            
            better that I hate
             by broken washer alone
              than that you help me
            
            
                      27
            
            with this ring I share
             your broken screens and patched roof
              Rome was a loincloth
            
      
                      28
            
            blackbird said orange clouds
             I tied the lone pair of shoes
              they were only gray
            
            
                      29
            
            mist on the inlet
             blue heron bill swaying black
              sketching a new day
            
            
                      30
            
            lollyhooting loon
             rips through a ripple of thought
              midnight commercial
            
            
                      31
            
            convoy of ducklings
             sterns semaphoring panic --
              muskrat torpedo
            
            
                      32
            
            white moths in the night
             island of light in the mist
              aerial circus
            
            
                      33
            
            milling for airspace
             around a streetlamp /bistro/
              nocturnal barflies
            
            
                      34
            
            morning thunderheads
             Imperial Red Army
              invade the skyline
            
            
                      35
            
            redreaming my youth
             furry flurry at my toe
              nine ounce sabretooth
            
            
                      36
            
            kids!
             apple tree shorter than me
              apple already
            
            
                      37
            
            september morning
             crashed by a raucous squirrel
              stepped on his acorn . . .
            
            
                      38
            
            september alarmclock
             acorn bouncing down the roof
              loon on the lake
            
            
                      39
            
            bad-tempered robins
             chatter about the blackbirds
              over morning worms
            
            
                      40
            
            you bring spring, robin --
             /turdus migratorius/ --
              with a name like that?
      
            
                      41
            
            stupid rooster --
             this mist is still but lilac
              you Galileo
            
            
                      42
            
            kingfisher watches
             the pebbled river bottom --
              powerline /sensei/
            
            
                      43
            
            cold assaults my house --
             I try to arrest winter
              with a caulking gun
            
            
                      44
            
            the whole gray power
             of clouds can't crush the sunset --
              radio tower
            
            
                      45
            
            evening prayersong
             I stretch my trembling fingers
              to the bright fireplace
            
            
                      46
            
            brown ground and sunlight
             by poor feet peek at april
              like ten tender worms
            
            
                      47            
      
            april airbrakes wish
             pretty skirts on the sidewalk
              would come for a ride
            
            
                      48
            
            ambiguous april
             weeping the death of winter
              with a daffodil!
            
            
                      49
            
            strolling hitchhikers
             (vagabond referendum)
              give may the 'thumbs up'
            
            
                      50
            
            square gray showshovels
             stand in rows on the white street --
              the blizzard is dead
            
            
                      51
            
            march was shot today
             clutched the wound, fell in the snow --
              red tulip
            
            
                      52
            
            red foliage flirts
             then shrinks from frosty fingers
              october hotpants
            
            
                      53
            
            ah, bright butterfly
             you treat winter's brief cease-fire
              like the Armistice
            
            
                      54
            
            concrete cancer gorged
             on nature's grass cookie jar --
              mother smiles and waits
            
            
                      55
            
            ice-white idea
             in birch boughs on azure sky
              then these driftwood words
            
            
                      56
            
            I took too much time
             to sharpen up my pencil
              somebody else wrote
            
            
                      57
            
            one tick of my thought
             tries to bind time that watched a
              butterfly flutter
            
            
                      58
            
            by sap-seeping stumps
             a sun-drying shrub
              seems not thought out
            
            
                      59
            
            so you have matched me
             this grave grass greens all brass crowns
              kittens get from mice
            
            
                      60
            
            look -- to my gray house
             return these purple swallows
              each year unchanging
            
            
                      61
            
            god -- love -- universe
             this trinity : teach a hen
              the three-minute egg
            
            
                      62
            
            this heavy shovel --
             snow slumps on a broad black limb
              too tired to fall off
            
            
                      63
            
            ten grand per annum?
             twenty toes in the firelight?
              ah -- plenty of wood
            
            
                      64
            
            rose blooms in the east
             but from a leaf suddenly
              one whiff of glycerine
            
                 glycerine is a constituent of printer's ink,
                 and is also used to preserve sprays of leaves.
            
            
                      65
            
            against night noises
             lighted glass window only
              reflects my wide eyes
            
            
                      66
      
            tanks clank outside town --
             in a room a mother takes
              away the boys' foils
            
            
                      67
            
            "Daddy, why..."
             tonight I shall make the snow
              grunt under my boots
            
            
                      68
            
            so cold winters but
             this snowonderful morning
              a warm toilet seat
            
            
                      69
            
            washington's needle
             where fields of marble columns
              even scarecrows lean
            
            
                      70
            
            who would wind my watch?
             long since it has quit running
              and still I wear it
            
            
                      71
            
            yesterday cried clouds
             today bare breasts see the sun
              and still the waves wash
            
            
                      72
            
            morning bulrushes
             on a silvered glass bayou
              comb catfish and me
            
            
                      73
            
            Mozart can't spin sound
             for I can't trade round for round
              ah -- firewood I found
            
            
                      74
            
            why weepy, April?
             the sun has every morning
              lost its purple quilt
            
            
                      75
            
            gray Washington rain --
             against the Unknown's gray stone
              stick these few petals
            
            
                      76
            
            bright flame fleares over
             John's quiet filibuster --
              spent match arcs the air
            
            
                      77
            
            has winter's drowning
             roused this memorium --
              of marbleshooters?
            
            
                      78
            
            May -- and this small pup
             that romps at my legs, licks me
              is already late
            
      
                      79
            
            three o'clock desklamp
             and a lilac lies in the
              shadow of my hand
            
            
                      80
            
            April cellar-floods
             the worms come crawling back from
              winter card games too
            
            
                      81
            
            time-clock's flag hovers
             settles over yesterday --
              mechanised vulture
            
            
                      82
            
            April calendar
             but leafless boughs of autumn
              shadow this letter
            
            
                      83
            
            the basement fuse blew
             General Electric stooped
              turned over a rock
            
            
                      84
            
            maples maples red
             but only a memory
              of temperate birch
            
            
                      85
            
            stars below our wings
             Detroit winks at Atlanta
              and the plane grumbles
            
            
                      86
            
            tanks clank outside walls
             where an infant's milk is all
              drunk in one minute
            
            
                      87
            
            only that you smiled
             and dropped on my fallow
              a lone cherry seed
            
            
                      88
            
            a crying window
             hides lawn half green half yellow
              and the fireplace burps
            
            
                      89
            
            if the professor
             should see on my manuscript
              these pinochle scores
            
            
                      90
            
            without the black oaks
             even the bits of yellow
              leave birch only gray
            
            
                      91
            
            weekend warriors
             grip ancient weapons and charge
              to their fishhouses
      
            
                      92
            
            white mounds below --
             lonely traffic light only
              blinks at all the snow
            
            
                      93
            
            maple red birch white
             sparkle of two bayonets
              in the moon's round eye
            
            
                      94
            
            sleet spits on the door
             each bit splits its leader
              to become a shriek
            
            
                      95
            
            frost-feathered footprints
             stand silent by the window
              beneath my white breath
            
            
                      96
            
            for five butterflies
             and ten tired toes such spring
              in this buttercup
            
            
                      97
            
            bedroom window crack
             over a mound of spilled hair
              is the brightest star
            
            
                      98
      
            silence in the aisles
             liquid light leaps from windows
              so gray from outside
            
            
                      99
            
            snow swirls chase the cat
             clock clucks at coffee clutter
              even the car growls
            
            
                      100
            
            quilt-tucked court can't know
             that sunrise-blinded white-haired
              court lady weighs snow
            
            
                      101
            
            by the dull green tree
             tinsel-bright children grin and
              rip careful wrappings
            
            
                      102
            
            white bone in its teeth
             snowplow beagles down the street
              burying parked cars
            
            
                      103
            
            tears still streak your face
             when this lilac scent the earth
              full apology
            
            
                      104
            
            pen sleeps by the spoon
             and in the alphabet soup
              floats a haiku
            
            
                      105
            
            toads chorus the moon
             floating in the black slime
              a white lily
            
            
                      106
            
            chipmunk streaks concrete
             those who walked my old sun porch
              were not so skittish
            
            
                      107
            
            a tap at the door
             two clicks two words no need for
              wine blooms red brandy
            
            
                      108
            
            black cat purrs over
             his share of rare fried liver
              morning mail brought pay
            
            
                      109
            
            goldfish burn the pond
             nearby in the rock garden
              old snapper snores sun
            
            
                      110
            
            how white paint peels now
             but in weed-tangled lilacs
              newborn robins peep
            
            
                      111
      
            food floats twice daily
             but by chomping old goldfish
              tetra's severed head
            
            
                      112
            
            it even curtsies
             to Handel on lawn speakers
              pink crabapple tree
            
            
                      113
            
            crabapple and plum --
             such flirting in the garden
              for the single moon
            
            
                      114
            
            Vega : lyre star
             lies in a crabapple bough
              lady by Renoir
            
            
                      115
            
            catnip mouse and more
             wind whistles at the window
              cat meows at the door
            
            
                      116
            
            wind in the cornfield
             Boy Scouts watch for a signal
              wiggling scarecrows
            
            
                      117
            
            full moon scrubs the snow
             last leaf flutters from the oak
              see the old year go
            
            
                      118
            
            black boughs clutch the moon
             beagle howls out the old year
              I lift wine alone
            
            
                      119
            
            shoreline dogfight sings
             red tracers spit the sky from
              helicopter wings
            
            
                      120
            
            fans of black branches
             burst out with swirls of orange smoke --
              panicky sunrise
            
            
                      121
            
            such soot on this snow
             even if sweeping storms miss
              spring will make it go
            
            
                      122
            
            light to light awake
             turning world has got the lake
              poured into the sky
            
            
                      123
            
            in the old bronze bell
             a swallow feeds gaping mouths
              while steel tolls these halls
            
      
                      124
            
            this sideblown snowstorm --
             Sherman's statue is charging
              on and on and on
            
            
                      125
            
            Japan's temple bells
             all covered with butterflies --
              New York's iron clanks
            
            
                      126
            
            brown leaves by my door
             and only the tulip's dew
              to shave my stubble
            
            
                      127
            
            dew-white willows wilt
             lilies float the liquid lights
              walleye breaks my line
            
                      128
            
            from shower and shave
             to the dew on these lilacs
              that's why my wide eyes
            
            
                      129
            
            ink-fresh catalog
             and the curled white wood chip smell
              share the wastebasket
            
            
                      130
            
            guests took a rain check
             today the bumblebees drone
              scattering petals
            
            
                      131
            
            rain crashed the party
             dripping, we watch pink petals
              patter in the grass
            
            
                      132
            
            even tall steeples
             are swaddled in sleeping silks
              city's golden smog
            
            
                      133
            
            July's fireworks fade
             stars winking white and yellow
              moved a bit from May
            
            
                      134
            
            single weatherstrip
             blocks all the shoreline beacons
              unless I will stoop
            
            
                      135
            
            radio static
             crashes the weather report
              cat sits in my lap
            
            
                      136
            
            road through the lilacs
             he leans on his shovel, sighs
              with iguana eyes
            
      
                      137
            
            such a small berry
             from this big tiger-lily --
              bright green chrysalis
            
            
                      138
            
            and what have you done
             with my only fishing grub
              tiger swallowtail?
            
            
                      139
            
            sulking, iguana?
             because your flower flew off
              or you're color blind?
            
            
                      140
            
            big tiger-lily
             from such a tiny seed pod
              broken chrysalis
            
            
                      141
            
            what is so special
             that today you present me
              eighty blooms, iris?
            
            
                      142
            
            coffee hot, bread cut
             south wind
              rides the porch swing
            
            
                      143
            
            the coffee is cold --
             we stood on tiptoe to see
              the peeping porch swing
            
            
                      144
            
            what's that on your thumb?
             sparrow, did I wait too long
              sniffing at the plum?
            
            
                      145
            
            only her black cat
             waiting for the winter wind
              to brush the swingseat
            
            
                      146
            
            on the windowscreen
             even the porchlight gargoyles
              back at Hallow'een
            
            
                      147
            
            wind plays bass chimney
             for my winter concert
              the fire wisecrackles
            
            
                      148
            
            the first storm smashed them
             but there on the eaves winter
              gave back my wind chimes
            
            
                      149
            
            on the smooth white lawn
             the moon still watches me through
              pink crabapple blooms
      
            
                      150
            
            children squeal yellow
             on azure cool : what color
              will leaves be this fall?
            
            
                      151
            
            guppy grubs in the
             ten-gallon aquarium --
              infinite pebbles
            
            
                      152
            
            grass over shell holes
             new trees green the flowing fog --
              why does my heart grunt?
            
            
                      153
            
            rain-rippled windows
             blend graying green iris stalks
              with reds and yellows
            
            
                      154
            
            lake rolls its long legs
             hurls from the lace-trimmed blanket
              a bright blue crayfish
            
            
                      155
            
            tanks clank on T.V.
             while children watch each other
              and the last cookie
            
            
                      156
      
            bluejay's golden perch --
             for minutes even he is
              silent in the birch
            
            
                      157
            
            magic box enshrined :
             "Mister Dillon, wait fer me!"
              schoolbooks left behind
            
            
                      158
            
            gray November days
             bright Dorian Orion
              maybe Simon Says
            
            
                      159
            
            over night's wet leaves
             move the the hungry, staring moons
              of the hunting cat
            
            
                      160
            
            my hand's hard atoms
             report cat solidity
              forgetting spaces
            
            
                      161
            
            cat's long appetite
             on short legs from the far floor
              has reached the table
            
            
                      162
            
            squirrels hibernate
             cat keeps the couch from flying
              until the next plate
            
            
                      163
            
            such big eyes you have
             round behind your mother's ear
              black crook-necked kitten
            
            
                      164
            
            by the curving blade
             winter left along the shore
              mallards duck for food
            
            
                      165
            
            star streaks past the club
             winks out beside Procyon --
              strike one, Orion!
            
            
                      166
            
            swamp gas on the breeze
             he throws ducks his picnic crumbs
              belches beer and cheese
            
            
                      167
            
            cement-gray head bent
             he squints the red brick topcourse
              and leaves his thumbprint
            
            
                      168
            
            but just a parade --
             on the flag a butterfly's
              wings folded in shade
            
            
                      169
            
            ice booms on the lake --
             but in the chimney's whistle
              listen to it clink
            
            
                      170
            
            ear's ancient trouble --
             discerning Dostoevsky
              through children's babble
            
            
                      171
            
            the winter country
             where snow insulates the roofs
              above closed shutters
            
            
                      172
            
            the taste of tension :
             red ink written in red light
              the fourth dimension
            
            
                      173
            
            sunset and the rose --
             robin dozes on a branch
              sight split by his nose
            
            
                      174
            
            moon silvers a cloud --
             the frogs must burst their bellies
              from clapping aloud
            
            
                      175
            
            this jacket is old
             but winter is so certain
              I welcome the cold
            
            
                      176
            
            this jacket is old
             but spring is very certain --
              I welcome the cold
            
            
                      177
            
            head nods, fire recedes
             with no cat curled at the hearth
              he sits up and reads
            
            
                      178
            
            the night before spring :
             over black script of rivers
              geese go studying
            
            
                      179
            
            when snow's all but won :
             beaks shooting the northern stars
              geese in echelon
            
            
                      180
            
            birch by wheat windrows :
             the whole gold of October
              curls up in my nose
            
            
                      181
            
            goose had a notion --
             now under wide whistling wings
              pacific ocean
            
      
                      182
            
            pictures on the screen :
             while they make the children laugh
              hear the chimney keen
            
            
                      183
            
            the family stares
             meeting on this mothers' day :
              youngest son's gray hairs
            
            
                      184
            
            fireworks white flares
             moon above them, moon below
              these two are not theirs
            
            
                      185
            
            roof stains the bedroll
             but here is another
              oyster in the bowl
            
            
                      186
            
            dew gray on the grass
             feet soft set, steps high, and yet
              footprints where I pass
            
            
                      187
            
            woodfire and chatter
             watching the black bulk of ducks
              stand on the water
            
            
                      188
            
            clear reflected grin
             in gloss black beyond the rough
              here where ice is thin
            
            
                      189
            
            empty winter night
             barrelstove and Coleman lamp
              fill the room with light
            
            
                      190
            
            ring around the moon
             sudden ice lashes the sash
              ring of cups and spoon
            
            
                      191
            
            how did the acorn
             call catkins from midnight ice
              sudden as popcorn?
            
            
                      192
            
            broom to wall to broom
             spider tries straw and straw and --
              nose in the crab blooms!
            
            
                      193
            
            all the world to choose
             and October plays
              in /my/ nose!
            
            
                      194
            
            gossip his days or sell
             my saber sings he lived
              and very well
            
            
                      195
            
            solstice : to have known
             that when with memories
              I was alone
            
            
                      196
            
            lilacs, owl, and moon
             and she is drinking Gallo
              all alone
            
            
                      197
            
            biscuits, beans, and malt --
             that she'll not make them sing
              is not my fault
            
            
                      198
            
            friend : who begs me sing
             to damn another's eyes
              that saw this thing?
            
            
                      199
            
            granite steeple :
             hush, listen to the hail hush
              on grain and people
            
            
                      200
            
            cricket, say this thing :
             does singling stumble?
              or does stumbling sing?
            
            
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