An Iron-Proud Nonconformist Haiku Poem by Andrew Lee

An Iron-Proud Nonconformist Haiku



Can an iron-proud haiku convince himself
to quietly blossom in the middle of the night
into self-effacing jasmines
that dance in a ripple of laughter?
The jasmines breathe only for an hour
near the flattened peak of a snow mountain.

Watch closely. The ripple is enough to blast
the earth's partying masks
and expose fleeing homunculi and little men.
Please spy on the true self.
Is he half-melting inside a snow flake?
Is he gone before someone can complete this haiku?

Monday, January 8, 2018
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