Groundhog Day?
shaving the shadow
from my face
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.
free Wi-Fi . . .
each to their
own device
Supermoon
the night sky
surrenders
opening night …
the stars arrive
right on time
the ins and outs
of a social network
–ant colony
hot day sitting inside the fan’s white noise
deep winter
a spider’s web
in the skylight
path of nettles
the sting from
an old memory
more than enough
to fill an afternoon
summer cumulus
storm surge–
the rising cost
of beach sand
receding hairline growing my collection of hats
the hurry-up
in a squirrel’s tail
autumn chill
the squeak from
new wiper blades
end of summer
deepening drought
. . . dinosaur tracks
rise out of the river
putting the wild
back in wildflower—
skunk cabbage
making the most
of an old tin roof . . .
drumming flicker
fishing lodge stories
everything measured
in fingers of whiskey
ending my day on a high note red-winged blackbird