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tom clausen: out of sight

By David A. Giacalone

One thing I plan to do even more of here at f/k/a, is bringing you haiku by our Honored Guest poets that are not otherwise available online — poetry being published in “hard copy” journals, books and anthologies but not in cyberspace, as well as off-line contest winners. Therefore, I want to urge our guest-poet family to continue to send me their off-line work, so we can make it available to a broader audience by posting it at f/k/a.

For example, see what you’re been missing from haijin Tom Clausen by not subscribing to the bi-annual anthology of the Route 9 Haiku Group, Upstate Dim Sum. Here’s a dozen from Tom that appeared in the Fall 2007 issue of UDS.

flurries…
a truck piled high
with hay

too faint
for my son to see
a little used trail

sun come out…
the walk home
with my shadow

full of dirt
a dump truck waits
for her to cross

summer -
seeing more
of her

flower garden
where she buries
the goldfish

pleasant forecast -
my wife announces
her plan

urologist’s office -
a framed photograph
of the falls

the place emptied …
a spring breeze
blows through

in the dark
seeing my flashlight batteries
dying

a week before he died -
new glasses
for distance

late day sun -
at the edge of the party
everyone aglow

… by Tom Clausen, from Upstate Dim Sum (2007/II, Fall 2007 issue)

Full post as published by f/k/a . . . on April 19, 2008 (boomark / email).