Global Haiku • January 2020
Dr. Randy Brooks

haiku

by
Jasmine Clark

my shoelace untied
I trip
and fall for you

the old pot
the old spoon
the child’s favorite toy

the sidewalk a glaze
I glide
I no longer stand

dramatic
full of unexpected twists
a piece of candy

the old shelf filled
books
I’ve never read

hopscotch board
on the sidewalk
my own rules to the game

religious mother
a religious child
filled with questions

on one knee
words—from his soft lips
I . . . flattered