9 Haiku

When I heard a bird

this morning I didn’t make

his song an idea

 

Emptily I watch

ice cubes melt in orchid pots—

I am all of them

 

I spray cool water

on a parched tomato plant—

scent of gratitude

 

*

 

They’re building a house

across the street that doesn’t

want to be built

                            —paraphrased from Charles Bukowski

 

I hate to say it—

Jack Kerouac drank all his

Buddhism away

 

Even dazzling stars

eventually grow dim—

Tom Cruise ages too!

 

*

 

Footsteps echoing

in the empty office hall—

and then one tired sigh

 

Regarded by youth

as a faintly irksome ghost—

this is getting old!

 

When the sun went down

I knew I shouldn’t take it

so personally

 

 

 

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