Poppies in the Wheat
Old Man Counts
Last Haiku

snow on summer mountain
wildflower red on broken stone
vendetta blood food for the free

knives and rifles in the night
love fierce now she sleeps
pursues me in a cat’s dream

golden hair and limb
dawn’s fear and wonder

were we so beautiful
before the bookmen

strapped us to pull plow
plant corn seed word
and grow lie?

AuthorClaude Freeman
2018-08-21T17:23:57+00:00 October 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 10-11|0 Comments