Monthly Archives: July 2024

Last Words

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The old man stared
    through a bus window,
    and grabbed her hand;
 
“Mary! The colors!”.
    She was not Mary
    and saw nothing.
 
His grip hardened,
    temple throbbed,
    and forehead dripped.
 
He mumbled,
    “It’s all so beautiful”,
    and she understood,
      as his hand fell away.
 
 

Apple Sun

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He glanced fleetingly,
   unintentionally,
 
at the sun, and saw
   an apple, covered by
 
a veil of golden threads
   crossed by yellow rivulets
 
of molten metal
   and surrounded by
 
a white-hot corona
   of fiery rays.
 
But the apple beneath this
   splendor
 
still showed its redish skin
   and a bite in its side,
 
made by crooked teeth,
   and he realized that
 
either he was stark raving, or
   God needed an orthodontist.
 

Haiku Convergence Suite

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Pebble, sleeping
on sandy dune — thudding wave,
Wake up, rolling stone!

675

Butterfly sat on face
of sleeping child — now old man,
dying, flapping wings.

565

Blue heron with frog,
hapless agony, tongue
kisses death’s feathers.

585

Face of symmetry,
perfect beauty cultivated,
always forgotten.

574

Ripe mango falling
through black and green shaded limbs
to child’s hands. Joy!

576

Child’s tears puddle dirt,
grass, flowers, sand, hole in earth,
father sleeps forever.

575

Swing rising, falling
girl, giddy, laughing, begging
“More!”, flying angel.