Haiku 8
This particular shifting of the rain, I am just in time for it.
Lemon-drop lamp and its wavering life reflected in the chai.
Scrawlings, backwards, in the glass, in the sun, downtown escalator
Red clouds catching sun, the hole at Sixth Avenue dark in minutes.
“Red cells save lives” reads the bus for the blood drive– black letters on white.
It’s happened again masses off the streets, leaving the mad you’ll notice I’m still here.
Every now and then the teriyaki restaurant has room to sit down
She looks so much like the other one, long ago flowers in her hand.
Characteristics of everything, change in winter a loss of flavor
Christmas Eve, singing, oh, but it’s only one man one fragile strange tune.
“BC Entities” a synthetic urine kit… who left just the box?
This building, this sun, I break into a huge grin and don’t even care.
“I know it’s wrong”– feeding doughnuts to the gulls– “But I’ve been hungry, too.”
A twitchy crow pokes at the glass overhang winter’s here again.
She will stay with him “As long as he gives me mine,” her Disneyland jacket.
Civilization, so lovely, at least, as that one flute in the hall.
“Nobody loves me”– no, actually, it’s just morning and breathing.