Haiku 120

Lined up for coffee
The decaffeinated wait
Sullen and patient

Haiku 119

Subtle disrepair,
The chipped paint, dirty carpets
Sinking into dust

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My trip to Paris?
Those drainpipes shaped like fishes.
That place with nice cakes.

Haiku 118

White rose petals stripped
And strewn before my path by
The worshipful wind

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Whatever is strong
Whatever we hold secure:
Stronger is the wind

Haiku 117

Waking in moonlight:
Moonlight, silence, midnight blue:
Silvered ecstasy

Haiku 116

(after watching Eric Rohmer's The Romance of Astrea and Celadon)

Sheep may safely graze
As lovely shepherds debate
Love's Divinity

Haiku 115

An unseen fountain
And gently splashing water
Let all else vanish

Haiku 114

Bins crammed with cheap toys
Someone's plastic paradise
The sadness of bulk

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Disappearing clouds;
All that's left of the forecast
Is my heavy coat

Haiku 113

Sweet swan, gently float;
Let the muses genuflect
To your reflection

1564-1616

Haiku 112

(for Henri Duparc)

Low light through a mist
Conceals and reveals rare tints
Many hours, few songs

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Perfumed indolence
And condensed sighs redolent
Of love-crushed blossoms

Haiku 111

Blackberry buffoon
With collision imminent
Tapping like the blind