Thursday, March 31, 2016
Two More Haiku-ish poems reflecting on spring in urban suburbia
The traffic cannot overcome
the scent of new green
nor the sound of dripping rain.
The puddle holds a brown pine cone
and the image of white window panes.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Two Haiku-ish poems
Abandoned House
The dominoed roof tiles peek inside at the floor of plaster and pine.
Seen at a stoplight in Downtown Chicago
The stacked brown buildings squeeze the sky
until their windows splash with blue.
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