i’m watching a man
watching a squirrel but who
is watching me now?
Category: haiku
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sirens (living in Baltimore city haiku)
sirens have a way
of wailing in an echo –
you gawk, you forget.
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missing you on your birthday (haiku)
in yoga stillness
your birthday candles still smoke
drifts towards the heavens
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sometimes it’s just what you think (haiku)
tenacious rush of
dried lips puckering and blood
drips below my nose
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archaeologist in training (haiku)
she likes to dig through
trash cans; other peoples’ lives
in things tossed aside.
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the future is just beyond the page (haiku)
visionary sees
nothing, a blank canvas. tell
more my prescient child —please.
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blessing of the hounds (fox hunt haiku)
hound dogs and bloody
marys. red riding coats verse
an elusive fox.
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to the antiques roadshow — haiku
that basement dweller
dusty, all that time, all those
stories….spotlight waits.
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green chair (haiku)
green chair you sit patient
with generations you speak
“i am always here”[author’s note: my green chair is beyond a piece of furniture… it is a deep connection to the past and strangely enough, a friend]