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

*

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

*

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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Always Were

From the start we are taught
That things are falling apart
Always were

Someone fumbled the spark

That’s why we’re lost in the dark
Always were


All the love we forsake
Trumps all the love we can make
Always will

Every moment we curse
Makes our next turn for the worse
Always will


So much sorrow my friend
We either break or we bend
Always do

Yet we get to the end

And then we do it again
Always do



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Flashes 21

Juicy Juice—
with ten
percent juice!

Reassembling

oneself
in silence

Building energy

for unknown

needs

*

 
Missed train—
that ain’t
my fate

An ambassador

of some
soulfulness

“Good morning,

Mister
Malario!”

*

Dishes

    =
Dharma

Tantalizing

ourselves
with fantasies

Birds

fly
and sing!

*

Souls who chase
that burning
ache

Lots of great things

about this place—
mostly incidental

She looks like

she likes
Las Vegas

*

To want to do

exactly
what you’re doing

He feels the tug

of the Earth
when he sees her

They’re

all
us!



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