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Poetry
Haikus for a Modern World
You bypass my doubts,
roguish wind, when do you stop?
“No turn on red” here
Flyers on windshields
fall fast to the ground or fly,
baffling autumn leaves
Voluptuous vines
cling to aging, rundown walls,
to spite slimy men
Squirrels walk away,
gold leaves leave the naked trees;
snow wraps them in coats
Eclipse weaves around
black, sure-footed Explorer:
like tiny Mirage
When your thoughts travel,
cross the bridge when you get there.
Weight limit: 10 tons
On Eagle Point Road
speed limit is forty-five
for birds that are cars
Curves, waves, an ocean
of trees and cascades of hair:
I’m driving top down
Parents’ threat to kids:
Free super saver shipping
over 25
Proceed to checkout
boys that lure with promises,
good while supplies last
The sky paints its face,
lipstick, candy drip from trees:
fall’s last big party
Spiced scents of heather
spin blissfully with the clouds,
I’m having some beer
Microwave counts down,
My food will be ready soon—
You patiently wait