windfall apples
all the promises
I didn’t keep
Author: Mark Miller
A retired school teacher, photographer and award-winning poet, Mark Miller lives in a tiny seaside village on the east coast of Australia. His haiku have been published online and in anthologies, journals and newspapers worldwide.
chrysalis––
how little I know
of my father’s life
fading contrail
what life makes
of pipe dreams
garbage night
I lift the lid
on my neighbor’s secrets
wind through razor wire
a small girl cradles
a wooden doll
glass rings
on the barroom counter
daylight moon
graveyard shift
another year of waiting tables
of waiting dreams
new inmate
on the inside of her wrists
butterfly tattoos
power outage
the distant sound
of a saxophone
wolf whistle —
she runs her ringed fingers
through her hair
breaking drought—
from cupped hands the child
tastes the sky