Practice
(an ongoing experiment in Haiku)
| partly open blinds orange sun catches my eye a crack in the clouds | |
| my beautiful hat with windstopper fleece inside i lost it last night. | |
| your silent yearning a resonating echo louder than a scream | |
| a cold winter day black ice all over the roads studded bike tires | |
| dry buckwheat pancakes; i enjoyed them anyway: i got up early | |
| get up lazy ass! walk around in the fresh air; shining winter day. | |
| two grown men playing! sucking big-time at hockey; shining winter day! | |
| dachshund on the rink, children stop to say hello; dog moves on. | |
| feeling hunger pains, five minutes away from home; shining winter day. | |
| fluorescent sunlight air-conditioned office wind unhealthy palm leaves | |
| bicycle commute rolling tires squeaky snow winter morning sun | |
| forgotten purchase obligatory return how unfortunate | |
| magpie in the birtch the sun off my left shoulder long winter shadows | |
| squishy wet dogshit in the other direction horseshit mixed with slush | |
| a mid-afternoon poo i return to work refreshed with empty bowels | |
| walking sound muted heavy snowflakes in my hands making a snowball | |
| washing the dishes what else should i be doing there is nothing else | |
| doing the dishes a maniac in disguise and this is sitting | |
| some seeds in the sink i write another haiku with wrinkely hands |