All Souls' Day
a wet wrapper stuck
to the storm grate
so many graves—
only gray squirrels stop
at the old ones
black ant
on the blacktop
the heat
talk of his death—
two mallards spanning
the distance
heat mirage
the ice cream truck tune
fades in and out
Jennifer Corpe lives with her husband, son, and two cats in Northwest Washington where the weather allows for year-round haiku walks, albeit they're often wet ones. She and her son stroll weekly in some favorite spots near their home including a public pond and a cemetery, as well as the parks and marina on Bellingham Bay. Jennifer began writing haiku in 2007, placing second in the White Lotus Haiku Competition that year and tying for third in the moonset spring/summer 2008 contest.
Jennifer Corpe lives with her husband, son, and two cats in Northwest Washington where the weather allows for year-round haiku walks, albeit they're often wet ones. She and her son stroll weekly in some favorite spots near their home including a public pond and a cemetery, as well as the parks and marina on Bellingham Bay. Jennifer began writing haiku in 2007, placing second in the White Lotus Haiku Competition that year and tying for third in the moonset spring/summer 2008 contest.