Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.
Empire State Building – at the base
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Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.
Tag Archives: mystery
Morning in midtown Manhattan
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
1964 World’s Fair Unisphere
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
Ides of March
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
In like a lion, out like a lamb
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
Last lines
for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
Leap year day
Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.
a haiku a day 