Denis Garrison
back home after work -
their promises are lies -
now at my arm's end
peering from the street
this caveman rhythm
driving home again
roundness in my palm,
this ancient face
on my fresh-painted front door
a bloody handprint
there's no one in the mirror
again today
a gnarled and scaly claw -
when did that happen?
the mailman must know too much
he'll have to go too
our common pulse more needful
than water or salt
after hours of one way talk
suddenly, hot tears
silky smoothness drives my blood
and, ah!, the rough spots
lit by the eyes of a child -
it's time to shed
These haiku are
E-Mail: denis@haikuharvest.net
Copyright © 2001
by Denis M. Garrison.
About the Poet -- Denis M. Garrison lives in Monkton, Maryland in the U.S.A.
His
biography is available here.
