Haiku of Anywhere

kissed by the river

standing in a withered rank

some plain black pilings

the monk by the pond

smears his ink, wipes his paper

trying to draw rain.

the light on the tracks

pushed on by a moving train

soon forgets itself

Night wind in blue light.

A mirror of violins.

Crimson star, white swan.

Ego on, then off.

Here I am, see, now I’m not.

Lightning bug. Firefly.

Monkey finger clouds

suggest a change in weather.

Someone tell the ice!

behind dark windows

up there in their private club.

two lovebirds converse.

he crouches and leaps

blurs as he flies, then lands.

that reckless squirrel.

One sparrow, then ten.

Buildings hum, windows open.

Wise guy thinks it’s spring.

The fog drops gauze balls

on a jet black umbrella

then it wanders on.

if that little flea

thinks he can colonize me

he’s mistaken

an egret flies by

sets down by a small canal

flaps, and goes to work

If you want breakfast

my old squirrel friend, then you

need to seem humble