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Bob Boldman (1950-)
Selected Haiku

the priest
his shadow caught
on a nail

lark song
down to
its bones

touching the ashes of my father

face wrapping a champagne glass

day darkens . . . in the shell

i end in shadow

mirror . . . my face where I left it

in the heat
admiring the shade in the blouse

Utterly still
The bluejay cries
Utterly what i am

in the doll's
head
news clippings

the winter sun . . . broken
by the blinds

the deceased monk's bed
each night wrestling with the image
he left there

jan. 1
the corpse of a crow whitens the snow

out on the St.
. . . . . . at sunset
i wear . . . my father's face

leaves blowing into a sentence

in the temple
a
heartbeat

dawn
loosened
leaf by leaf

walking with the river
the waters does my thinking

in the pines
my spine
straightens

writing this
the dandelions ache
in my fingers

turning in my sleep
the skeleton
key

mist,
panties on the line

a firefly
on the web
lit

zazen
growing
from my shadow

dark
moths moving
the distant mountain

lilies open
the lonely
hand

at night i find them
the plants from the garden
entering my dreams

locking the door
shutting my eyes
the wind still inside my head

distant lightening
lightening
her touch

composing me a drake in a spruce tree

whatever I wanted to say to her
the red maple
listens

http://www.millikin.edu/haiku/courses/globalSpring2007/SarahVanderZeeOnBobBoldman.html
http://www.millikin.edu/haiku/writerprofiles/VanAusdallOnBoldman.html
http://www.millikin.edu/haiku/writerprofiles/SteimannOnBoldman.html