Frogpond 34.3 • Autumn 2011 (pdf) - Haiku Society of America
Frogpond 34.3 • Autumn 2011 (pdf) - Haiku Society of America
Frogpond 34.3 • Autumn 2011 (pdf) - Haiku Society of America
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Question and Answer<br />
by Cara Holman, Portland, Oregon<br />
“He’s not interested in food anymore,” I say. “What can I do?”<br />
Slowly, the social worker raises his hand, and uncurls his fi ngers,<br />
palm side up.<br />
green peaches<br />
he says we’ll know<br />
when it’s time<br />
Grand Moons<br />
by Renée Owen, Sebastopol, California<br />
All week the new baby. Another link in our chain. Watching<br />
her eat, sleep, cry. A few moments <strong>of</strong> play, a smile, tiny<br />
fi ngernails, the s<strong>of</strong>t toes. Then eat, sleep, cry. Oh the order, in<br />
those fi rst few months, as she opens to life. And I—for her, I<br />
try not to close.<br />
this bent cypress<br />
beneath a half moon<br />
what day, what year<br />
On Autopilot<br />
by Michele L. Harvey, Brooklyn, New York<br />
My thoughts race by at high speed fast enough to crowd each<br />
other but slow enough to pile on. Did the woman smelling <strong>of</strong><br />
beer, who appeared out <strong>of</strong> the pitch black in front <strong>of</strong> my car<br />
with her arms waving at 2:30 in the morning just scream, “my<br />
car’s on fi re in the river with my baby in it”?<br />
hornets’ nest—<br />
the black and yellow jackets<br />
<strong>of</strong> fi refi ghters<br />
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .<br />
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