toll booth lit for Christmas —
from my hand to hers
warm change
Author: Michael Dylan Welch
Michael Dylan Welch is poet laureate of Redmond, Washington, and curator for two poetry reading series in Redmond. His latest poetry book is True Colour. He is a longtime officer of the Haiku Society of America, and proprietor of National Haiku Writing Month (www.nahaiwrimo.com). His personal website is www.graceguts.com, devoted mostly to poetry.
night jog—
sparks from a train
rounding a turn
a firefly’s glow
against her palm
passed to mine
only so far
onto the beach
tracks of a wheelchair
fox on the trail?
your hand held up
to my chest
late show on TV?
I finish cleaning up
for the cleaning lady
family reunion ?
the camera timer
goes off too soon
traffic stop
the neon buddha tries to claim
diplomatic immunity
unpacked box
on the kitchen table?
foreign headlines
bills due–
in my dream
the endless stairs
long sermon–
biscuits and crayons
passed along the pew
chairs overturned
on dusk-lit tables–
a pause in the broom
short day—
the smell of wet mittens
drying by the fire
clear-cut pines—
concentric circles
filling the pond
my blue bathrobe
worn at the hook spot —
New Year’s Day
breakup talk —
our breath mingling
in the winter air
guitar solo
on the car radio—
my fretting fingers
funeral procession—
a classic Harley
with an empty sidecar
chill in the air—
leaves swirling
by an election sign
yellowing maple—
I feel
for my bald spot