Bruce Jewett


across my cold quilt
a street lamp and moonlight
play shadow games


gravestones with speakers
a tattered and torn screen
ruins of a drive-in


thought I heard a bee
it was the tabby snoring
not even spring yet


rained-on stone buddha
are you any the wiser
sitting in the mud


dark and secluded
forest embraces the lost
never lets them go



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7 thoughts on “Bruce Jewett

  1. Wonderful work, Mr. J. Haikulicious, every one. Especially enjoyed the rain/muddy Buddha. I think he’d tell you that nothing matters more than rain and mud, although neither of them really exist. And even if they ARE real, they will not last. Oooommmmm…

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