beach resort hotel
the gift shop price
of a sand dollar
Author: Sam Bateman
Since college, where he earned a degree in art and design, Sam Bateman has been a visual artist working in the medium of wood, making mostly smaller, sculptural objects. More recently, having had a longtime interest in reading poetry, he has started writing haiku and shorter poems.
ending my day on a high note red-winged blackbird
fishing lodge stories
everything measured
in fingers of whiskey
making the most
of an old tin roof . . .
drumming flicker
putting the wild
back in wildflower—
skunk cabbage
deepening drought
. . . dinosaur tracks
rise out of the river
the squeak from
new wiper blades
end of summer
the hurry-up
in a squirrel’s tail
autumn chill
receding hairline growing my collection of hats
storm surge–
the rising cost
of beach sand
more than enough
to fill an afternoon
summer cumulus
path of nettles
the sting from
an old memory
deep winter
a spider’s web
in the skylight
hot day sitting inside the fan’s white noise
the ins and outs
of a social network
–ant colony
opening night …
the stars arrive
right on time
Supermoon
the night sky
surrenders
free Wi-Fi . . .
each to their
own device
Groundhog Day —
shaving the shadow
from my face