8 Haiku

Sunrise: two ravens
dig through a plastic trash bin—
hard clacking claw steps

White-tiled station walls—

a Mexican musician’s
mournful nasal song

from One Bird One Stone:

Epitaph: Here lies

a dead red robin, waiting
to become a rose

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Crushed on the sidewalk
and raided by busy ants—
sky-blue robin’s egg

The sputtering start

of a sprinkler at sunrise—
a door opening

On steep sandy slopes

“Subject To Reservation”
lone picnic tables

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Cutting overgrown
vines of nasturtium I find
an empty bird’s nest

The crouching blackbirds
deathly still on the footpath
explode into flight

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