War pigs. (via Juan Col*)
taking all night to cross
so small a pond"
--K*n Hurm, in: Haiku Mom*nt ed Bruc* Ross (1993)
geode has a bat inside it.
Fine inlay work, gold
and brown for the wings and peak ears
fuzzy russet blot face.
Upright phoenix bird
out of a grey sun, an iris, an orchid
without a name...
is a bat, crystal bat
split, spread flat
When I look inside
I see layer and layer of cracked ice, long
plains of ice, nothing on them, the plains
crazed, nothing on them, cold plains of nothing.
Only the wind
moves over them, the wind
and one crystal bat looking for another."
--John Tagg*rt, Prism and th* Pin* Twig (1977)