Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
Snow in March
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Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
Tag Archives: hope
Earl Grey
Bergamot infused
leaves unfurl comfort. Problems
dissipate like steam.
For whom the bell tolls
From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
New York City from the air
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
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.
a haiku a day 