My Day Goes By Like Haiku

waiting upon the son — 
a chess clock ticks  
pawns/poems line up 
reminded by a friend
of his beer poems:
dessert for free
bubbles gush from bottles
beckon me to celebrate
a summer afternoon
clear sky
sunglasses blur my face
aromas of red wine
cherry-shaped lips
around dark chocolate
reflected in glass
following a landscape
the Yangtze river meander…
and my dreams

a distant mountain
azure skies…
still, you wave

mist in eyes
a veiled moon
by my window