13 Haiku

The diamond glow
of twisted sunlit branches
after an ice storm

Under dull street lamps

the distant scraping sound of
a train we can’t see

Making clouds of breath

in the misty lamp-lit dusk—
wheels, footsteps splashing

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The morning after

Valentine’s Day—some flowers
dashed on a grey beach

Pair of startled birds

burst off a wind-gusted fence—
shrieks like creaking wings

The sudden quick shriek

of a window yanking down—
cry of a hurt bird

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Blue guitar notes, pots

clattering in the kitchen—
Sunday afternoon

Immaculate hiss

of the slithering ocean—
a wet panting dog

Soft whispering rain—

snort of a trash truck’s brakes
before dawn arrives

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Rumbling morning train—

a woman making her face,
the mirror jiggling

Sitting silently,

speeding backwards on a train—
grey world gliding by

Tap of a chrome cane—

a muscular black man’s hand
loosely clutches it

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Watching the world pass
in a raindrop on a train’s
window—so clearly!



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