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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