Poetry

Twelve Haiku

Gary Hotham

among the morning blossoms—
the stone turtle
more stones

 

bright lights in the coin shop—
jewelry worn off
the queen’s neck

 

my place
for the oranges—
gravity’s place

 

the sound of elephants—
the zoo closes
on time

 

lower clouds coming in—
one old address label
under the new

 

Trier—
construction workers in dirt
the Romans left

 

the map folds out—
our trip connecting
dots

 

morning puddles now dry—
names left out of
his story

 

not much accumulation
in the old part of the cemetery—
first snow

 

city center
the streetcar fills up—
people who have a destination

 

holiday party—
the trash crushed into
one big bag

 

back door thoughts—
a steady rain with
its own sound