7 haiku

Riot of birdsong

in the blush of morning dusk—

you want me to work?

Man walking alone

in a tanktop in winter

lecturing himself

“In bed with the flu—

for entertainment I watched

an old fly die”

—my friend Ron

*

Sipping tea at dusk,

shoulders droop into looseness—

puppet free of strings

Bright strip mall sidewalk—

blind old man and blind girl clash

their canes in passing

A cloud drifting by

with a Founding Father face—

what’s he plotting now?

*

A grinning shaman

in a listless old palm tree

gives me the finger

.