After a hard day
twilight--the roses are black
the violets are white
Closed army base:
the parade ground with straight rows
of weeds
A fresh bouquet
at the gravestone with the name
worn away
Icicles gone.
a fly hidden all winter
dead on the sill.
Window-framed:
autumn rain, a morning glory
my face
After the last set
the piano keys glow--
solo moon
Ant haiku--
----my writing
---------grows
smaller
On the smudge
left by the window cleaner
sunset lingers
Prison fence:
the razor wire glints
with first light
April snowflake
on the bud that will open
into a white crocus
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