Haiku roundup (echo to summer).

March wind in the reeds
if I could but translate you
to echo myself

still at the bus stop
the blind black woman laughing
with the broken Vet

cherry blossoms fall
with a quiet persistence
disappearing cars

the helicopter
trembling against the night sky
the police report

fish out of water
negotiating high heels
drowning in champagne

dusty bug graveyard
the overhead light fixture
I refuse to clean

the widening skies
an odd object clearly seen
unidentified

borrowed summer day
buying a pack of stickers
and an ice cream cone