old pajamas
 

I had no choice
but to pull the wool
over your eyes
so empty inside I'd chop
off a finger to please you

in sandals
caught in sudden snow
uncertain
which path to follow
home or to tea with you

my son
lost an eye in a fire
his father
in a firefight
lost only his bowels

her dog
pressed the lifeline
just ask the coroner
too stolid
to weep

nest bits and new borns...
my coat sleeve drips mice
the cat's reward
pink squeaks and soft bones
on the cold barn floor

old pajamas lives in a blue cottage by a salt river, USA. He is the author of Biting the Buddha, published in 2000, reviewed by Robert Wilson in Simply Haiku. For a free copy, email bluecottage2005@yahoo.com .....

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