A flock of haiku

Who would like to be

The man who mistook his life
For reality?

A blinding snowy owl

Winged its way into darkness
Like a memory

Let the flames die down

Turn off the lights, kill the sound
Fling wide the windows

Golden rays

Of laughing children

Early December
Winter struggling to emerge

A difficult birth

Sun recedes, air cools.

Some days, though worth repeating,
Fly with the wild geese

For Dave Brubeck:

The stage is quiet

Shadows lurk in the wings
Dave is taking five

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