White Cherry Blossoms

the bridge over an empty riverbed… my mother offers advice

old portage path a chipmunk peeps out from the fox’s skull

counting cars as the train rolls past a stranger’s wave

blackbird song as far as the road goes between the hills

noon rush... the spray of river water on hot concrete

your absence I kill the flame that inspired my poem

summer evening the poet tells me who I am

ending I follow my own footsteps through the empty field

lightning the blue afterimage of your white hands

naked earth the trust you had you betrayed

my hands rough on the piano keys-- still, this restlessness

skylight moon all I know of the world in my arms

his wake... once again I'm left behind

white morning the girl at the bus stops bites an apple snow day he bites the apple I wish I was

silent drive everything I know he knows

music by a man I used to love     distant thunder

the memory gone before I grasp it april rain

wanting not wanting the burning bush's single leaf

after you the shower water so cold it hurts

rustling leaves the sky and my tea steep darker closing shift-- she gives the disinfectant bottle a solitary squirt These haiku are featured in the Nocturne exibit at 3Lights Gallery. http://www.threelightsgallery.com/nocturne.html