crouching in the grass

too late

a dog turd

fields of borage

reflected

in the summer sky

the garbage truck
passing too close
on a hot day

avoiding cherry stones

I recall

the blossom

the gipsy’s horse

tied to the sign

"No horses"

the bat flits

soundless

between insects

**

between insects

soundless

the bat flits

**

soundless

between insects

the bat flits

**

between insects

the bat flits

soundless

early morning beer can
philosophers discussing
Kant or won’t

Brighton balcony

cocktail drinkers look down

on thirsty dropouts

public piano
a blessing
...or a curse?

Saturday morning

even the horses

are sleeping

transit passengers

taking wheeled suitcases

for a walk

***

transit passengers

exercising

wheeled suitcases

leaving Tianjin

early morning fishermen

with bated breath

expectant mother
between periods
a pregnant pause

monsoon rain
another cheap umbrella
I didn’t need

my funeral plan

even here

I economise

Wan Chai district

leaving Church

I enter Gomorrah

mid-pee

illuminated

the seat belt sign

on iPhone

seeking enlightenment

a Buddhist monk

****

Buddhist monk

flicking through

WhatsApp messages

****

buying cuddly toys

the Buddhist monk

- for whom?

money

with increased interest

becomes boring

leaving Taipei

Buddha

waves me goodbye

leaving Taichung 

this year’s rice

how it has grown

frail old couple

shuffling towards the train

will they make it?

funeral plans
even here
economies of scale

Published Four Hundred and two Snails (25th Haiku Society of America Anthology) 2018, page 54

LHA Ref:
25th HSA Anthology 2018

Mentioned by David Jacobs (2109) in his review of Four Hundred and two Snails in Blithe Spirit Volume 23:1 page 79

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at the station

seeing me off

only cicadas

incensed

I return

from the temple

round the temple

running

for my life

sub-tropical running

even the cicadas

mock me

Taichung morning

tai chi

in the park

the soup arrives:
Buddha
jumps over the wall

Published (2019) weird laburnum 1 December

Hell...
just,
Hell

(ekphrastic on the film Journey’s End)

progressing
towards the departure lounge
terminal illness