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Haiku roundup (cyclops to scooter).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 10:36:26 -0700

hyper cyclops girl
oblivious to pink eye
runs about the store

on her morning run
swimming through misty kisses
of curious fog

four year old wisdom
"that tree needs to grow bigger"
rose bush listening

their quality time
mom just chattering away
son's ear buds still in

iron bridge creaking
into the warm morning sun
waking up each joint

boyfriend and girlfriend
testing out physical laws
running hand in hand

on the pink scooter
leading her children to school
the grooviest mom

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Haiku roundup (reverie to crazy).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 17:13:29 -0700

still morning sidewalk
popped out of my reverie
by a bubble wand

in recognition
her hopeful smile widening
the fourth time we pass

tinted glass windshield
trying so hard to be seen
such chic sunglasses

raising my window
crazy man on the corner
yelling at the car

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Haiku roundup (lectures to nutcracker).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:43:37 -0700

father and daughter
exchange half-hearted lectures
"no more couch jumping"

drowned under their song
the narrow path caught swirling
a sea of blackbirds

sparkling in spring light
spinning from a single thread
thin caterpillar

inappropriate
these men pulling on their beards
during work luncheons

black and white ahead
I start talking to myself
so that the skunk knows

her nose starts to twitch
rustling in the bone-dry weeds
four jack rabbit ears

Saturday at dawn
looking for a nutcracker
for noisy squirrels

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Haiku roundup (bonfire to spine).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:44:20 -0700

cinders like fireflies
the summer she turned sixteen
a bonfire of loss

his two grown daughters
anchor him on either side
his last beach visit

small trajectories
the straw wrapper taking flight
across the table

playing with mirrors
determined to see himself
to infinity

opening the book
to find a photo bookmark
a child, date, and age

her eyes shift skyward
to find the familiar moon
staying up past noon

the youthful maestro
convinced of the recorder's
infallible song

waking from a nap
the shadows of mini-blinds
edged with afternoon

kitten in her lap
the sleeping ball of black fur
rising and falling

places I can't reach
droplets running down your spine
from the drowning pool

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Haiku roundup (finger to fabric).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 16:03:43 -0700

summertime's hot winds
bending over the cell phone
finger in my ear

mentally tracing
the outline and deep shadows
of a charmed necklace

near the garbage can
with lettuce and feta cheese
abandoned rabbit

demolition days
the sand castle's western wall
welcoming the tide

waking in the night
fingertips along the wall
to guide her way home

teasing the kite string
dragon huffing and puffing
to a crystal sky

voracious vacuum
grabs hold of the tasseled rug
for some tug o' war

still in the driveway
reading the new manual
cover to cover

summer's first delight
the ripened apricot held
between tongue and cheek

fingering fabric
wondering what it would take
to mismeasure you

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Haiku roundup (eavesdropping to roses).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 10:16:16 -0700

at dawn, two women
laughter rolls from their window
birds caught eavesdropping

wetlands shimmering
singing to one another
a train and cricket

tall reeds giving way
a mother with one duckling
so fiercely guarded

lightning fast spider
peering into the tissue
to find only dust

quick breath of four wings
still fluttering, still tumbling
only the hawk cries

gray cement mixer
casting shadows on the ground
like empty cannons

charging into you
door tugged from opposite sides
charging into me

text message arrives
vibrating hot in my hand
this endless summer

under the window
small dove in the flower box
still stunned and confused

out here in the reeds
we would plant a floating house
and learn how to row

aching legs and chest
from running through fire season
smoke breathed into you

wood planks of the bridge
lift their fingers to trip me
time to stop and play

two dozen roses
nothing so complicated
nor simple as this

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Haiku roundup (scuba to zealots).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Sat, 31 May 2008 20:46:08 -0700

the salt taste of air
your shadow running through me
at the scuba cove

foghorn on the point
creeping through the night window
loneliness echoes

tugging on his shirt
as though it would hold him back
the toddler running

the hide-and-seek spray
fumbling for binoculars
to glimpse the humpback

the hand-drawn fence sign
"please no religious zealots,
not of any kind"

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Haiku roundup (dream to raindrops).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Sat, 24 May 2008 20:05:07 -0700

American dream
scrawled on her business card
"make million dollar"

snake around her neck
hoping to score the cool chicks
attracts kids instead

snarled race day traffic
men in pink tutus
pass us yet again

1938
cherry condition pickup
passes the hybrid

blown out window panes
each square shimmering desire
fractured four by four

an overgrown tree
shyly hiding behind her
the Irish wolfhound

no pay raise at work
we hoard the subsidized snacks
to balance our books

eager teenage boys
step into a cologne cloud
on a Friday night

left at the printer
medical diagnosis
for a colleague's child

idling exhaust clouds
seniors climb aboard the bus
a gambling field trip

she gives me a grin
caught in flannel pajamas
on garbage morning

running figure eights
in the backyard of delight
golden retriever

two year old wonder
every fifteen minutes
cheering for the train

flip flapping his wings
the tiny gosling outruns
the laughing jogger

the economy
measured by a man diving
recyclable cans

sushi restaurant
piped in over the speakers
early Elton John

their behinds jiggling
an owner and two bulldogs
thud down the sidewalk

the shape of a heart
waiting for a place to land
the heron hovers

catching a raindrop
the taste of lost centuries
lingers on her lip

crickets now quiet
the bullfrog resumes his song
with the first raindrops

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Haiku roundup (retriever to twinkling).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 10:34:26 -0700

cocks her head and waits
for master's witty reply
golden retriever

boots laced to her knee
the bridge of his thought goes out
another rises

second floor window
the outline of a snail's shell
such tall hopes and dreams

"keep smiling" tee shirt
and clashing Bermuda shorts
old man's twinkling eyes

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Haiku roundup (rain to binding).

nobody@vox.com(poissonpen) — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 21:00:39 -0700

lost in thoughts of you
raindrops on the windshield come
and so this is rain

with bright pink laces
the hopeful soccer player
wears new shoes to bed

quickly close your mouth
jogging alongside the trail
the gnats are hatching

opening the book
the only binding I want
to break is my own

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