While we’re on the topic of haiku–some from Beat poet Phil Whalen–the only venerable American poet I ever considered to be in my family. He was alternately my charge, my mentor, and…well, just himself.
Awake a moment
Mind dreams again
Red roses black-edged petals
Bouquet of HUGE
“HOW can I support myself?”
Morning haunted by black dragonfly
landlady pestering the garden moss