30 Haiku

A raven’s raspy
laughter overhead—I can’t
find him in the sky

Food court at lunch hour—

man shouting and gesturing
at a laptop screen

Big plump sun pushes

the roof of a hazy sky—
slow yawning morning

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Glittering cars parked

in neat rows along the beach—
smell of grilled sausage

Still and silent by

the windy afternoon beach—
glittering parked cars

A sunlit garden—

the porch light’s night watch ending
with faint orange glow

*

Foggy morning beach—

briskly stretching woman with
pink fluorescent cap

An opossum’s corpse

between the steel railroad tracks—
tongue out, belly up

Telephone pole glows

like a cross against the clouds—
now’s the golden hour

*

White plastic bag

tumbling along the sidewalk
under buzzing wires

A huge obese man

trudges through the parking lot
aided by a cane

Hummingbird hovers

in a still space in the air—
blurred wings like a bee’s

*

The sandy sound of

bottles rubbing together
in my shopping bag

White brush-stroke clouds make

a nest for the crescent moon—
bright blue afternoon

Thanks to Paul Madonna:

Productivity—

is it right to deride trees
for rarely blooming?

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Seagulls gang around

the edge of a steamy lake—
cars rolling to work

I bike by blank homes

on a quiet grey weekday—
brilliant crisp breeze

O poor Man!  Convinced

he can redeem himself in
a game of poker

*

Through the autumn leaves

the whispering watery sound
of a high noon breeze

Fixing her lashes

on a bumpy morning train—
tall tightrope walker!

Foggy muggy dawn—

taped to a telephone pole
a sign says FOUND CAT

*

I smell her before

I see her!  Perfumed woman
texting in the park

Big Mind rides this train

with all of our other minds—
smiling like a sun

Two flashing red lights

on the tops of two towers—
dusk grows into dawn

*

Ram’s head in the sky!

Or maybe it’s Medusa’s?
Big blot of dark clouds

Standing in the shade

in the park with my eyes closed—
the breeze on my face

The mirror reflects

its opposite—but I don’t
understand how

*

Huge outdoor concert—

the wind-shivering trees give
solace from the crowds

Huge outdoor concert—

the trees and the gulls accept
it all, unimpressed

The shuddering wings

and grunting calls of ravens
passing overhead



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