Here's this week's rather meager heap of haikus:

Sometimes if you stare
hard enough you can convince
folks of anything.

(Marcel Duchamp as photographed by a former neighbor, Tony Vacarro.)

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after each heartache
a glistening beach at dawn
eases my sorrow.

(photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

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morning reflections
may take a bit of time to
come into focus.

(photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

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Advice-to-vampires-ku:

Don't become smitten
with young maids you have bitten;
there's too much at stake.

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Skies with quiet clouds,
boardwalks sparsely peopled with
Old folks lost in thought.

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L. L. Bean, Best Buy,
Mrs Field's Cookies, Macys ...
Mall s assimilate.
 
 
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Ever wonder why
the stars shine in the sky? Two
words: Twinkle Factor.

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Do not weep all night
then wonder why the world seems
so full of teardrops.

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Once again, these damned hospital stays are getting in the way of my blogging.  Sorry about that.  The cause of this stay is still being determined.  The hospital folks came up with three or four scenarios and treated me for them.  hahaha   

Anyway, in my looking for bonus material, I came across this old poem. 

late at night
a lonely man
walks down a quiet street

in the middle of the sidewalk
just ahead of him
sits a bird

as he approaches
the lonely man whispers "shoo!"
but the bird stays still

what an odd thing
the lonely man thinks
to see a bird sitting

in the middle of a sidewalk
on a quiet street
in the middle of the night

he wonders if it is hurt, but then he notices
that the bird is aware of him standing there
but still it does not move

the bird just turns its head slightly back and forth
and opens and closes its beak
but the rest of the bird does not move

the lonely man takes his cane and brings it
to within half an inch of the bird
but still it does not move.

the lonely man studies the bird for a moment
it seems almost sweetly, innocently unaware of its own peril
its head pays no attention to the failure
that has obviously occurred in its body

How long has it to live, thinks the lonely man
How long will it survive, unprotected and alone

unable to bend down to reach the bird
the lonely man trudges home to sleep a fitful sleep

the next morning as the sun rises
on the quiet sidewalk
so does the lonely man

he looks for the bird but it is gone
the sidewalk is clear
imagine a merciful end.

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