Leslie Cohen, IL

 

 

Haiku                storm with a snake’s forked tongue lightning announces the rain chalk white on charcoal                   light intimacy is the illumination of ourselves together                        voice conversation suns the tight-wrapped rose unfurling your voice warms my night                 hibiscus first hibiscus yawns waking up from winter sleep sticking out its tongue                     introspection windows facing in like facets of a diamond every one is flawed white-on-white              white-on-white dentist’s waiting room in hallucination white listening to the drill             peacocks peacocks on my way to work, morning opens wide like their tail feathers