Haiku 7.24

Early evening light
gentling noiselessly on walls.
Streets emptied of cars.

Haiku 11.2

After drenching rain
Sun flickers over drowned streets
choked with broken hearts.

Fallen from brow to
stout bottom, brittle laurels
wither in shamed hearts

Oranges wither
in dark refrigerators.
The sun dances free.

Blue, open sky soars
horizon to horizon,
one bird at the glass.

I talk. The wind howls.
Willows bend. Oak branches twist.
No one hears my words.

What is this morning
that comes so early, sleepy
wisteria droops

Rain without a good
Umbrella, mist looms — heavy
With our memories.

Crammed painfully
down necks and shoulders, worry
hangs onto us all.

A bloody finger
smudges the crisp white paper –
red skyline at dawn