FOUR HAIKU
my tumor
the size of no fruit
the doctor can think of
last night of the carnival
she takes a selfie
in the house of mirrors
what it lands on the sound of rain
grounds
in the bottom of the cup
last night’s dream
—from Rattle #63, Spring 2019
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Marsh Muirhead: “Haiku are the sensory images that arrive and stay when you are open to the world around you. The best aren’t really written—they just happen as a reward for attentiveness—as in bird watching or agate hunting.” (web)
