Global Haiku • January 2020
Dr. Randy Brooks

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Jasmine Clark


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

full of unexpected twists
a piece of candy

the old shelf filled
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

© 2020, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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