The Flaneur returns to his seemingly inexhaustible trove of three line poems of enigma and epiphany, of mystery and mirth.
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Crow in a furrow
on the vacant playing field
a drink and a bath
Three police squad cars
with elaborate roof lights
on prowl for lodgers
Little cautious cat
hides on the vacant plaza
vague lightning tonight
A place in the grass
long shadows move up the hill
bells fall through the trees
That yellow hornet
looks like a catamaran
resting on water
Kites swim in place
a helicopter tours the coast
the climax species
The bottle-picker
rattles his carriage under
a pendulous moon
Angelic sunset
all those violet wings
outlined in gold
In the vast twilight
a hawk drops from a high rise
summer remains cool
The eucalyptus
at the edge of the graveyard
are like old white bones
A hummingbird drinks
from the morning glory gate
on my way outdoors
Out over the Bay
ships sit on the horizon
the terns parliament
The students moved on
left this victory garden
green onions won't wait
Geologic clouds
one stratum across the sky
jewel-bird on a wire
Over the golf course
comes a far cry from Saturn
an erratic bat
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3 comments:
Haiku. Small hypnotic moments. I could live there!
I have tried in my way...
Haiku on haiku
Those semiotic sidecars
happy wander here
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