Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Driving home at sunset
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Tag Archives: peace
Why I’ve been absent
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Earl Grey
Bergamot infused
leaves unfurl comfort. Problems
dissipate like steam.
1964 World’s Fair Unisphere
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
only blog can make a tree
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
Spring equinox
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
When she’s sick
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
In sleep
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
On distant shores
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
a haiku a day 