86. Budapest Haikus

I.

Woman with your ferret
leashed for a walk, what
do you know that I don’t?

II.

I have no seen the
sun for weeks, yet there it is
cloudless and stunning

III.

Terrible sound, terrible joy[1]
the sea moving icebergs
in its mouth[2]

[1] Cf. Sufjan Stevens “The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!”
[2] Cf. Bill Holm, “The Icelandic Language”

80. Love

Love:
hearing the word “gun”
blanked out
on German radio

58. Three Haikus for Autumn

I.

Long waves greet shore with
arpegiated swiftness,
sound the start of fall.

II.

The knife I used to
slice a bloog orange bit me,
fruit and flesh the same.

III.

Oh, light, no, you do
infuse more than dead poets
with being’s privilege.

28. A Thousand Thousand

Four Haikus

I.

twenty-one sets of
arms to save a thousand worlds
is this one of them?

II.

a thousand statues
of the bodhisatva, a
thousand golden hopes

III.

disintegrate, boil
and rot, but the guardian’s
crystal eyes still know

IV.

write your wishes for
the buddha on paper, some
yen, candles, freedom