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West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Competition entry by Darrell Lindsey
Branches
Change slapped down on the counter,
the coffeehouse poets look back
at the bearded, old man asking for decaf.
The freckle-faced bard at the mic recognizes him,
tells the crowd of college students,
hippies, and two grandmothers
that Charlie is a haiku poet
who knows how to float from branch to branch,
even when there are no trees.
Charlie laughs at that assessment,
but is somehow pleased, too.
Pleased enough to take a notebook
covered with peace signs
out of his backpack
and perch himself on the stool
in the middle of the room.
He takes a deep breath,
releases it:
each branch
catching moonlight
together, alone