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under hazy skies
long shadows of the dry grass
dead end of summer

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skyline silhouette
unreal over the waters
the darkening sky

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a bird and a cloud
the bird flies off with a squawk
the cloud floats away

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there she sits again
solo in the restaurant
with her New Yorker

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those leaves turning brown:
is it the summer heat or
the approach of fall

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early morning heat
cats slip into the cool shade
the birds are silent

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nothing more than this:
light falling on a petal
falling on a stream

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outside the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, June 2017

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crowds milling about
confused and curious streets
clouds pass overhead

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resting on the ground
a single feather, so soft,
so solitary

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so close to a crow
I could count each feather's barbs
till he flew away

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with her glass of wine
a solitary diner
reads The New Yorker

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sitting in the sun
feeling the wind and the wine
waiting for darkness

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somewhere a song plays
that underscores your strange mood
whatever it is

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Friday afternoon
last worker in the office
staring straight ahead

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detail of The Memorial to Robert Gould Shaw and the Massachusetts Fifty-Fourth Regiment by Augustus Saint-Gaudens on Boston Common, June 2017

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have I really seen
these things I walk past each day?
how strange it all is

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pale fallen blossoms
already line the pathway
a bell tolls the time

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an empty glass vase
perched on a bare tabletop
holding only light

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the eyelids droop down
unattached thoughts wandering
the world vanishes

Haiku 2017/225

turning on the stage
how much does the actor see
beyond the bright lights

Haiku 2017/224

floating in the blue
we might be clouds or perhaps
reflections of clouds

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gravel lines the path
small brown birds scratch restlessly
sheltered by tall weeds

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at the Swan Boats, the Boston Public Garden, June 2017

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let the fog roll in,
let the evening breezes rise:
to hell with summer!

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it is the morning
but the moon is still glowing
in a soft grey sky

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yellowed by sunlight
summer grasses gently wave
in their golden death

Haiku 2017/219

ordinary days
begin as this one, but this
is the day after

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standing in the shade
a single spindly weed-stalk
leaning to the sun

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zipping swiftly by
a skateboarder waves his thanks
as I step aside

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in the early hours
half asleep halfway through night:
was that rain falling

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carousel animal on Boston Common, June 2017

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Spring's tender seedlings
are now this tangle of vines
and overripe fruit

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sumptuous cities
glow and glitter beneath skies
blank and foreboding

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sumptuous sunsets
dapple the polluted skies
over tired cities