Haiku Deconstruction

A poem about a poem and a Haiku poem at the end

Haiku is a form of concrete art

Comes in five by seven by five 

One size fits all when measured

In a pink box next to the mushrooms

A poem can live long in the dark

Going off the cliff at ninety mph

In a yellow bus full of  carrots

Strange becomes a way of life

Haiku is thinner than string theory 

Lives in two thousand year old huts

In history, in a kimono, in flux

Calm waters drink deep thoughts

Wish they could dream of it

Bamboo holds river banks intact

Purple fish circle down through ripples

With nature they become one  

Bumps in the water remember 

Bamboo trees listen for the lotus call

    Lost And Found -  Haiku

twig snaps, lost leaf falls

captured, silent streams carry

river paths relax