Category Archives: Haiku 2019

SHIPPING DAY 2005

 

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Privilege and luck
to know and work with fine men
while getting older.

A part of them sticks
to the sides of gaping holes
they have left us with

to load semi-trucks
with ripened grass on the hoof—
cowmen to count on.

 

 

Returning home yesterday after a moving celebration of the life of Earl McKee, Robbin went through some her photos trying to determine the age of our old dog, only to run across her photo of Tom Grimmius and Art Tarbell on Dry Creek, two more from the old school that are no longer with us to help get the job done. Reminding me of H.C. “Bud” Jackson’s “The Good ‘Uns” about Cleo Denny and other local and progressive cattlemen, published in 1980.

 

CANDELABRA

 

 

Wild inspiration
to ignite each arm of grace
with blooms for a room.

 

PERSPECTIVE

 

 

Crowded outer space,
red sputniks and satellites
between us and God.

 

ECHINOPSIS IN MAY

 

 

One-night bloom well-spent
at once—a dazzling display
of brilliance gone limp.

 

IN THE THICK OF IT

 

 

A short leap before
we look back, freeze and believe
we are invisible.

 

QUIET UPRISING

 

 

Fresh after-storm clouds,
of shadows climbing hillsides,
evening moon on snow.

 

VALLEY OAKS

 

 

Last two hundred years,
six days afire—forgotten
ash and sediment.