I'm a mexican buddhist with a jewish name and mayan-spanish last names, who writes japanese haiku in english... What a cocktailized world!
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ancient lilacs
cover the graves
Memorial Day
more lilacs than seen before
sensing my parents’ presence
ancient lilacs
cover the graves
Memorial Day
more lilacs than seen before
sensing my parents’ presence
for Harold & Enola
all soul day
bumping into next grave’s
daughter again
dedicated to a children-cemetery that I saw two years ago between Amsterdam and Harlem (Holland)
chilly awake
on a graveyard
a teddy bear
searching
for his name
among the lost
Good one, Israel.
In quite another vein:
Memorial Day
a real estate broker
plants flags on lawns
polishing black marble
talking to myself
Grandmother isn’t there
heavy spring rains
last of the white petals
fall to the ground
Bike ride through cemetery
Flags on graves
Young lovers kiss.
silver pinwheel-
field of namestones-
spinning.
green again…
the tree that
turned gold
and wept
in spring
memorial day
the remaining spring blossoms
scattered in warm winds
gotta eat to live now dontcha.
lost on a sideroad
i follow my nose
to a whole hog bar-b-que
cold mornig
the scent of red eye gravy
wakes me
crematorium
rain drips from the trumpet lily
reading Ruth Stone’s
poems of loss*
our neighbors’
lilies-of-the-valley
in bloom
*In the Next Galaxy
(Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
around the neighbors trellis
new baby blue flowers–
scentless plastic