“Forty”
Arbitrary time;
produce and be distracted
from the rest of life.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Puddle
“Puddle”
Muddy rain water,
perfect obstacle to ride,
reason to change pants.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Rage
“Rage”
Thunder cloud of hate
darkening equal rights hope.
Rage against the night.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Hang
“Hang”
An easy morning,
seemingly random city,
haphazard hang-out.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Professional
“Professional”
Try to figure how
to say professionally:
You’re doing it wrong.
Haiku Sunday – Block
“Block”
Every ten paces
new porches, alleys, fences.
Doors to other lives.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Share
“Share”
A piece of the pie,
a space in a crowded bed,
or sometimes, a cold.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Meeting
“Meeting”
Opportunity,
face-to-face conversations
like Teams with handshakes.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Tractor
“Tractor”
Rusted ruddy shell,
nearly lost in an old shed,
yet the motor roars.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Together
“Together”
Little lives criss-crossed,
sharing histories unknown,
legacy friendships.
Steve D
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