Dyana Basist

chasing the wind through a hole in the fence a jackrabbit
	he winds her obi in the teahouse parking lot the scent of lilacs
spring wind through the jacaranda the swish of her skirt
	summer car wash the toddler soaping her belly first
skipping stones with my grown-up son river of stars
	all day I watch that one-winged crow summer sky
trundling across the meadow a moon-lit skunk
	waiting in the madrone for the hunger moon a fox barks, barks
early morning rustling the bed of leaves a homeless woman
	frost on scat— where are we going this time, coyote?

All poems copyright by Dyana Basist. They may not be used for any purpose without explicit permission.

These poems have been published individually in Yuki Teikei Geppo, Haiku Society of America Anthology, Write Like Issa by David G. Lanoue and Coyote Wind by Dyana Basist elikpress.com

Dyana Basist

chasing the wind through a hole in the fence a jackrabbit

he winds her obi in the teahouse parking lot the scent of lilacs

spring wind through the jacaranda the swish of her skirt

summer car wash the toddler soaping her belly first

skipping stones with my grown-up son river of stars

all day I watch that one-winged crow summer sky

trundling across the meadow a moon-lit skunk

waiting in the madrone for the hunger moon a fox barks, barks

early morning rustling the bed of leaves a homeless woman

frost on scat— where are we going this time, coyote?

chasing the wind
through a hole in the fence
a jackrabbit

he winds her obi
in the teahouse parking lot
the scent of lilacs

spring wind
through the jacaranda
the swish of her skirt

summer car wash
the toddler soaping
her belly first

skipping stones
with my grown-up son
river of stars

all day I watch
that one-winged crow
summer sky

trundling
across the meadow
a moon-lit skunk

waiting in the madrone
for the hunger moon
a fox barks, barks

early morning
rustling the bed of leaves
a homeless woman

frost on scat—
where are we going
this time, coyote?