morning air pulsates
racket of angry bees
neighbors chain saw
Category: suburbs
1169
the mob brandishes
pitchforks and torches
demands I pull weeds
1089
bumpy ride
roots of white oak
digging upwards
(Thanks to J Kirk Richards of Florida)
499
cold, before dawn
a neighbors car alarm shrieks
raccoons do high fives
ε εε
425
dark shapes, some with horns
forage lawns haunted with ghosts
and hung skeletons
415/s
in my rear mirror
I watch you put on lipstick
till the light turns green
(Failed Haiku, March 2016 issue, editor Mike Rehling)
413
a bent tricycle
vases of wilting flowers
sitting on the curb
319
all doors and windows
stay open in this heat
neighbors hear neighbors
184
homes and acacias
hushed in grays– the sound of cars
pale lances of light