streaks of tangerine
clouds lit by a yet to be
seen sun rising slow.
…one haiku at a time.
streaks of tangerine
clouds lit by a yet to be
seen sun rising slow.
“the crows anoints the
statues with their dirt” as I
listen by myself.
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• the portion in quotation marks is a line from the poem “Invective against Swans” by American poet Wallace Stevens in his collection Harmonium published in 1923.
at the shower I
precisely control what comes
at me to strike me.
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•• written after reading the poem “Pity The Bathtub Its Forced Embrace Of The Human Form” by Matthea Harvey
cross shaped telephone
pole, against the growing glow
of the sunrise sky.
seated in darkness
awaiting sunrise, and keys
to open the doors.
soaked in sweat, I stare
out the break room window – a
bird working to eat.
a gentle rain falls
on a train over-passing
moving cars below.
the freight train chases
the glowing sunset on the
distant horizon.
empty parking lots
and houses full of people
— Christmas Day magic.
riding off into
the sunset (by minivan)
— darkness pursuing.