All the fog!
There's a city back there,
but you'd never know.
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Sub par tacos
and no Horchata!
Cold wind through the open door....
Disappointment mounts
with every bite.
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He hurries down hill,
the red glow of his cigarette
marking his speed.
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Gray green tide creeps in.
The white gull flies away--
now I am alone.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
37 Weeks Ago
Man carries dog
down to the beach for its walk.
True story.
down to the beach for its walk.
True story.
And even further back!
Brown sand in my socks
and shoes.
Worth it.
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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.
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Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.
---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it
and shoes.
Worth it.
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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.
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Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.
---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it
Written even further back than the others!
Warm night, crescent moon,
a heron near the lake—
Is he lonely?
a heron near the lake—
Is he lonely?
20 Weeks Ago
Out the window,
trees wave at each other
in the cold wind.
trees wave at each other
in the cold wind.
19 Weeks Ago
At the sound of rain,
he sets out the buckets.
So many leaks.
he sets out the buckets.
So many leaks.
25 Weeks Ago
Fresh seaweed dots
the tide, the rocks, the sand.
Gulls' feet imprint all. --------------
Bird sanctuary--
sandpipers feed undisturbed--
muddy, squishy sand.
the tide, the rocks, the sand.
Gulls' feet imprint all. --------------
Bird sanctuary--
sandpipers feed undisturbed--
muddy, squishy sand.
One of My Better Haiku, I Think
A long walk through trees—
the smell of eucalyptus
lingers on my shoes.
the smell of eucalyptus
lingers on my shoes.
15 Weeks Ago
A fly buzzes
around and around my head.
Maybe he’s lonely.
around and around my head.
Maybe he’s lonely.
Sorta Kinda Tanka
Bleary and dull,
moving through life half asleep.
And yet, there are cats
and the sound of rain on a roof
and the smell of fresh apples.
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