Haiku 90

If all your moments
Were like the one you just spent
Would you miss the world

Haiku 89

A rotting apple,
Half a loaf, half a bottle:
Impromptu still life

Haiku 88

Clinging to darkness
As noisy bright day intrudes
Clinging to silence

Haiku 87

Why should I pull weeds
Unwatched, unwanted, cut down
They bloom and prosper

coming right up

So on Sunday (March 29) I will be down in the Mission, checking out the intriguing line-up at the Switchboard Music Festival, and many thanks to them for contacting me and offering me a pass.

Unfortunately that will no doubt leave me too tired (too many late nights, too much allergy medication!) to check out the San Francisco Contemporary Music Players in their final concert this season, which takes place on Monday (March 30), sounds totally dreamy, and is very conveniently located at the Yerba Buena Center.

Haiku 86

Recirculated
Breath flows in and out under
Artificial lights

Haiku 85

Dreaming while ambling
Daytime phantoms, nodding friends,
Dreaming of dreaming

Haiku 84

As surprising as
The coral claws of pigeons,
Or their rainbow necks

*******

Night-blooming jasmine,
Is it you scenting the dark?
I hope that it is.

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Are we all dancers,
Our bodies hurtling through space
Then disappearing?

Haiku 83

Soft grass underfoot
Budding branches overhead
Light breeze of springtime

Haiku 82

Strangers on a train
Sitting, standing, ignoring
Strangers off a train