I wrote a few haiku in Esther Short Park the other day. I need to get out at lunchtime more often.
Ering, I've decided to only give the poem a title if one occurs to me. Why force it?
#51
I have monkey-mind,
Thoughts ranging and throwing shit.
The tulips--silent.
Strange conversation
The train horn echoes,
bounces through the park.
The crow caws! in response.
#53
Sun emerges from
behind a cloud, sending light
to warm my bare feet.
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