Haiku 365

Friday, November 21, 2008

paradise disturbed
by the petty jealousies
that we bring to it

A cold, wet blanket
making everything seem pure,
for awhile, at least

I can be at peace.
No snakes in suburbia,
that's what they tell me

this is a haiku:
slavish devotion to words.
this is not haiku

glasses fogging up
as warm air meets with cold face
in late afternoon

Like salmon, upstream,
trapped within cramped surroundings.
poor subway riders.

getting to half-way,
assembling all the pieces
and pushing forward.