Muddy quads, walls bare
of ivy still inspire awe.
Can we get in?
Visiting colleges
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Ithaca, NY
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Driving home at sunset
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Why I’ve been absent
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Disorganized
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
Why
on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation
Blog trolls
haven’t found me yet
they lurk like dirty water
under dark bridges
In memoriam: Mrs. G
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
Silda Wall Spitzer
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
Saving grace
While I throw pennies
into a coin jar, Bear Stearns
gets a big bailout.
a haiku a day 