By BRENDAN McCORMACK
Sierra Haiku
First rain-
a puddle sits down in
my summer chair
Trying to kill a fly
I accidentally
clap my hands
Feeling for the right
key to open the front door-
a sky full of stars
Ice blooms on
the old sun flowers-
five bellow
Summer siesta-
The hose leaking
into the mint
Of all people -why her?
bright stars
on dark water
On Rock Lake
a few stars
skinny dipping
The mating call
of the sand hill crane-
gold sun- wet grass
Up to my chin
in the hot springs-
light rain
I can tread water
and kiss and
so can she
Now Milky Way
you may lay down
on this old body
Finishing her burrito
then reapplying
red lipstick
Older couple
in the parking lot
she tucks his shirt in
Snow geese
scattering
the laugh of the bar fly
All that blue and no life-
robin’s egg
in the grass
Mixing concrete
a butterfly, the neighbors
take interest
Snow in the forest-
one of those birds is singing
opera
Big cute dirty
bear’s ass in the
high beams
August-
we eat our peaches
over the sink
