“We’re domestic,” a
blonde woman tells her daughter
in line at the gate.
Double entendre overheard at LaGuardia
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1964 World’s Fair Unisphere
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
Morning in LeFrak City
On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.
only blog can make a tree
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
haikouldn’t ask it of you
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
Dubious milestone
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
I’ve lied to you
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Spring in the air
Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Snowmelt
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
March 20
The equinox means
equal night and day worldwide
yin and yang of light.
a haiku a day 