Holiday Haiku #1
Sledding in the park
Push, rush, hold tight, steer, Steer, STEER
Cold mouthfuls of snow
What is the perfect greeting?
“Have a nice solstice”?
Empty parking lot
Wal-mart employees sent home
With empty pockets
Blinking twinkling lights
Hypnotize the dog and cat
Silent night indeed
Holiday Haiku #5
Awoke in Town Park
Snowy and surrounded by
Children rise early
Anxiously hovering near
Their parents’ alarm
Elmo and Patsy
On the radio again
Hand me the hammer
Midnight bells outside
Broken shingles in the snow
Boot stains on the rug
Holiday Haiku #9
Tied in bows and jolly wreaths
Who will unwrap you?
Who baked these cookies?
They’re funky, but taste okay
What’s this stuff on top?
Dancing Santa Claus
Flapping Fish, musical bear
Pulsing temple pain
They can stay up late
Give the children chocolate
Maybe they’ll sleep in
The strip mining beavers came to stay.
At least, that’s what they constantly say
In the bar or on the street
To anyone that they meet.
The beavers arrived only yesterday.
They made a big hole west of town
Causing the collapse of the playground.
Plus, the junior high
Has begun to slide
Past town hall and continues on down.
The streams are filled with run-off.
Most of the children have a cough.
The beavers don’t care.
They’ll do this everywhere.
But the townsfolk have just had enough.
He hadn’t intended for it to be the defining event of his life.
He needed to buy her flowers.
That was necessary.
He only knew of one florist in town.
The bell hanging over the door made him shiver as it rang,
announcing his arrival.
Flowers were expensive.
Roses seemed inappropriate, but there was nothing else.
The woman behind the counter wrapped them carefully, precisely.
She smiled at him and he cringed.
The flowers were heavier than any he had ever carried.
The bus station was a convenience store with a Greyhound license.
Sitting on the bench out front,
he tried to convince himself that he did not like children
despite a degree in child psychology.
“The hills look like green elephants,” he said,
attempting an irony beyond his grasp.
She didn’t understand the words
or why he had spoken
or why he was there.
He had begun to doubt his responsibility, but he could not ask her.