Our Neighbor's Tree: New Shisan

dogwood in bloom—

fresh-picked grapefruit

from our neighbor's tree

 thwack thwack thwack

the leaf  blower's loose belt

drizzling out

of  the mesh melt,

molten glass patterns

on Kristallnacht, street thugs

prowl the cold Berlin night

quick, quick,

get into the closet

we need to hide

a child who dresses-up

in 'borrowed' red lipstick

 

***

untouched

by funnel clouds

papa's prize bull

reaching for eggs

such warm willing breasts

not here

in the buffet line

you silly old fool

 

***

lingering heat

under a bow-stretched  moon

the insects' last song

stirs the smell of crushed

bitter herbs

with chartreuse and a wink

the clean-cut cabin steward

By  Karen Cesar, February 21, 2009

Related items in this issue of Simply Haiku: A Beginner's Solo Renku, by Karen Cesar.