Living A Day (in haikus)
Morning
Meaningless days pass with wind, the shrill cries of birds in empty trees, the dead leaves echo me.
Afternoon
In a far away country, you sit and remember me sporadically, perhaps. Winter days always end abruptly.
Evening
Violins feed on long silences; I walk into the sunsets alone, blank. Mists await cold still nights.
Long Night
Miles Davis blows his horn. The notes sing of my belabored breath. The candle flickers in starlight.
Knife slicing onions, sharp tears, Lovers declare old-fashioned fidelity till death. Earth just knows seasons change.
I sit outside, band-aided fingers; this air is more transparent than glass. Cicadas confirm in high pitch.
Early Morning
Sleep draining out mind's noise. Dreams drift in and out, hulking ships. Sun is climbing the horizon.
2001:12:07 19:30 Atlanta
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Night Haikus
Bottles lining the bar shelves,
Beady eyes ask for women and wealth too,
outside an owl eyes the stars.
The first riffs of guitar, the crowd enjoined in flesh surges and pulses. Moon winks at me in joy.
Words echoing in my pen, framing the world in haikus, wonder why the trees finally are bare.
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Class Haiku
Shared cities, classes;
we, migrants who have intersected today
move on into the drifting snows of incoming winter
In response:
Sashi,Sashi! He is the man. Can I buy him a frying pan?
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