Haiku 49

By the prison gate

lone brown napkin somersaults

forward in the breeze


Man in the wheelchair

needs his umbrella back...

sweat bulbs in my sleeves


Twilight-tinged window

scent of cooking liver

three hours to Sunday


"O, no one loves me!"

a game for my mind

woolly countless eons



One shoe, a tin cup

spoiled celery for breakfast

shadow of the church


Madman screams again

my toweled hands jump

to my dropped jaw


Too hot for birdsong

yet the rascals found my ledge

for their warm chorus!


Moments of silence

if you added them all up

no noise evermore


"A book," she snaps

about the tome at her nose

and that's all I get


Ineffable moon!

I'll dub thee more adjectives

'til the morning bus


I spare a spider

but grant no extra help, at

the strawberry patch


"I could wither you"

whispers the ghost from the elm

as twilight spreads


Twinned gliding goshawks

Which one follows the other?

Southward past the sun