5 haiku with trees and women

Under a green blur
a woman births an emptiness
from between her thighs.

Milling people like cows
unspotted--girl golden dreams
of firs on Ellis Island.

Branches shade a house
where her silent screams
turn mirrors into shards.

In black lace, rotten
with formaldehyde, a coffin
that was once a tree.

She gouges his back
bathed in sweat and semen,
under painted evergreens.

2006 Anne Westlund

Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 09:53

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Sandy Hiss
Wow, those are very good. Dark, surreal tones