Of You
after Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In your heart are the snows and the Sawtooth,
in your thoughts the Ponderosa spreads;

by your mouth a bee locates pollen,
by your hands a garden plots;

through your eyes more tunnels illuminate,
through your voice more embers glow.

. . . . . . .

A Teacher’s Haiku

Reading Nabokov,
you skip parenthetical –
but at your own risk.