9 Haiku

The growing approach
of a train I can’t yet see—
distant whisperer

Two women smearing

lotion gossip on the train—
faces, arms and hands

Wary of poop on

the beach I see angel’s feet—
little child’s footprints

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Under a full moon
shadows of bare branches mesh
on the frosty lawn

Nothing but sky through

the train’s windows as it leans
through a long slow turn

Red cottage under

a giant wall of storm clouds—
a birdless stillness

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A fluttering ghost

in the darkened train window—
newspaper pages

Three hawks circle slow

in the empty blue above
a scurrying world

 “In any case, the moon”—Jack Kerouac

Blue afternoon moon—

“illuminated clay ball”
bright as any eye!



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Wherever You May Be

Why don’t you blow down south little birdie?
Winter is drawing near
Your brothers and sisters left in a hurry
Nothing is holding you here

It’s the right time … to ride on the wind

Just spread your wings and glide
Take it down south … hitchhike it in
Get off when you arrive
Get off when you arrive

Swimming the wind up over the city

Snug in the breast of the air
The city at night is glittering pretty
Looking much better from there

While you fly high … up in the sky

You’re blessed to be a bird
You got the right to ride ... the wind in the night
Far above the world
Far above the world

It’s lovely to see you do what you need to

God you’ve got such style!
Once you can see it nothing’s a secret
Been waiting right there all the while

And you go so … gentle and sure

Wherever you may be
As if you knew you’ve … been here before
Wherever you may be
Wherever you may be



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