7 Haiku

Honking pair of geese

rowing their heavy bodies

just over the trees

An old mobile home

chained to a rumbling tow truck—

police lights flashing

Lit by her phone’s screen

as she stamps down the dark street—

a girl’s pretty face

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Intricate whistling

of a hidden morning bird—

I can tell he’s tiny

Cloudy city park—

green bleeding smell of cut grass,

my slow steps spongy

Hunched lady waiting

at a bus stop before dawn

yawns into her glove

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Friday after work—

leave that crowded train and walk

home in golden light

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Move Me Forward

Time…move me forward

Time…move me forward

A Jumping Jack

Jehoosephat phenomenal show

Beckoning

Everyone who suddenly knows

Sky’s…growing closer

Sky’s…growing closer

Clouds up there

Clowning in a carnival

All of them

Jubilantly ineffable

I’m…gonna notice

I’m…gonna notice

What’s been here

All the time but I could not see

An intricate

Ecstatic multiplicity

Why…should we blow it?

Why…should we blow it?

It’s older than

Anything we can conceive

More total than

Anything we can perceive

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Flashes 34

Here

you are

with yourself

Such a muddy priest—

indeed a man

who needs a God’s Day

After A Long, Deep Embrace

He: Oh. The world.

She: Who put that there?

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Amazed at how every

one on the bus treated

each other decently

We all

must relate

angel-to-angel

We forget that we stand

in divine light—

and then we remember again

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Musicians—

always tooting

their own horns!

Fascination

rather than

obsession

An endless

series of

firsts

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Those for whom humanity

is a nagging

inconvenience

Music—

is my solace from loneliness

making me lonely?

Pretty enough

to make

you dream

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Taking good

care of yourself

is prayer

Live and learn.

And forget.

And remember again.

Tears can

make you see

more clearly

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People are

only as good

as you are

Only illusion

requires such

vehemence

Buddha’s example:

calm clear-eyed

child on the train

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Bigger Than Beauty

You left a gift of guessing

Eyes like glowing stones

A blessedness, an essence

Beyond all I’ve known

I feel glad and reeling

Awake while I am dreaming

Don’t know where it’s leading

But what this is…I’ve got to know

It’s bigger than the beauty

Of your sparkling smile

A sacred ancient duty

Infinite and wild

I can barely see it

But know I’ve always needed

With all my aching being

What this is…I’ve got to know

The whisper of your difference

Awakening the air

A murmur in the distance

Resonant and clear

Once we hear the music

We begin to groove with

The rhythm of the future

What this is…We’ve got to know

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