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                                                                                                Scott Metz

   

Haiku

   

first spring winds—
she likes what it’s done
to my hair

   

first warm day—
a pair of snow-angels
show us the earth

   

open for a moment
pollen floating
in the vase water

   

after school
children picking flowers
from bales of grass

   

long after she’s gone
dandelion fluff
rising again

   

mid-summer rain...
the river has
swallowed its island

   

rainy season—
the crescent moon’s light
reaching the river

   

mid-summer—
opening a beer bottle
with a beer bottle

   

night heat—
a cicada
in each commercial

   

winter night—
he tries to slurp his soup
just like his father

   

                                                                                                © Scott Metz

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Loch Raven Review Fall 2005 — Vol. I, No. 1
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