A handful of haikus


At dusk, in the park,

The wind blows dry leaves over

Empty alleyways.


Walk the neighborhood,

Camera in hand, seeking

The flowering trees.


Ducks flying above

A pond where lusty frogs chant;

Water lilies bloom.


Sunbeams and silence;

Inside, green letters scroll across

A computer screen.


Kids play in the grass.

Anxious mothers watch them

Slowly growing up.


Night in the city.

Above, lights flicker and shift

Like souls in the wind.


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