Scott Metz
Seven “Contemporary Haiku”
the only
blue is
a bucket
being carried__
the factory’s mouth opens a little seagull
__
which window is
raining which window
inhales a house__
a wind wounded blue crows are crows
__
here’s a feather
stuck to the sky or
is it your blood__
thinking of what the leaves look brighter
__
gutting the mosquito
of its ocean
and the light
