9 Haiku

Staring unblinking
at spaces between faces—
old man on the bus

A small hatless man

with his hands crammed in his coat
walking in the wind

Faces red as wine

they drink in stiff-collared shirts
in the noisy bar

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Thousand mirror ball

shines on the wooden floor—
waiting for the dance

Soft dry clonking tones

of some ancient bamboo chimes
dancing in the wind

Two stout little birds

twittering at each other
on a windy wire

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A lone puff of cloud
changing faces as it roams
an empty Spring sky

The steel rails hissing

after the train rolls away—
I start my walk home

All this artistry

carves beautiful curlicues
in the shifting wind



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