A Haibun
like a newlywed standing by her wooden mailbox,
...
American dream
in each shop window
a different moon
...
one bird song
after another...
alone
in the waters of spring
...
standing alone
under our Chinese pine
I remember you...
its trunk forks out
...
snowy morning,
December 21...
reciting Basho
...
'Madiba's gone'...
a young Mandela raised
his right fist
...
grief knocks
the wind out of me
drifting snowflakes
...
Father recited
Li Po's Quiet Night Thought...
I listen
to Heaney's river
...