It’s that time again. As usual, respond in kind if you wish.
Like everyone else
by the time they reach Mexico
the North Wind has forgotten its task
Friday haku 7
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Haiku for a Tuesday morning
Red-shouldered hawks are the only ones who call continuously while hunting. Very sporting, I thought.
Daybreak
A pair of hawks
announce the sun
Akumal
Big noises drift and blend and bend
Along the big-bosomed beach afternoon
Pelicans snag the wind and troop off
Into the indifferent sky
The snag-tailed grackles call
“Sweet pea! Sweet Pea!”
Or, if Russian,
“A drink! Come have a drink!”
And then the people, in solar gratitude
Lined up, eyes closed, skin offered
Without reservation
To some unseen eternity
Gods for the moment
exiles child 