18 Haiku

Crude roar in the sky— 
on the street he shakes his fist
at the fighter jets

After last night’s rain—

tides of lighted cars and trucks
drifting on wet roads

A tanned grey-haired man

shouts That’s as fun as it gets!—
still wet from surfing

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Brassy razzmatazz
blaring through the big ballroom—
can we dance to this?

Rosy island clouds

spread into dust in the dusk
over the ocean

Howling tunnel ride,
a warm cup between my thighs—
can’t drink on the train

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This face in the sky

—slash of a mouth and two eyes—
it doesn’t judge me

I’m an apprentice—

I play a master’s song and
imitate him too

Cinema: flashing
antics of illusionists
pretending to live

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Walking before dawn—

just over my head some wires
sizzle in the mist

Old guitarist shouts
I already forgot it!
when I play too fast

The hiss of the hose

as she waters her roses
in the soft twilight

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Bits of broken glass

from car windows smashed by thieves—
stars strewn in the street

The warmth of the earth

under my feet as I watch
the cat nipping grass

We’re rolling slowly

through the tunnel—as dark here
as it is outside

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Weed whacker buzzes
and flits around a man’s feet—
smell of gas and grass

Abandon yoga

and get swallowed by the world—
foolish destiny

A sliver of sun

slips slowly into the sea—
sunset becomes dusk



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