Here's this week's heap of haikus:




A suicidal
watermelon's a sure sign
that Summer's over.

( Un-retouched photo of W. 108th St. sidewalk last Monday morning. )
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(So, I said to myself, "It's September, maybe you could write a

haiku with 'falling leaves' in it" ... this is what came out:)
 

Since falling leaves me
vulnerable, it is not,
my friend, an option.


then this ...

Through an iron fence,
I watch Autumn leaves fall on
empty park benches.
 

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Soothing melodies
ran through his head, thanks in part
to his new iPod.


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There, on the sidewalk,
I spied a crumpled dollar
which looked a bit spent.


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 Coming down the steps,
she held onto the handrail
with a fierce-some grip.



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 Driftwood in the sand,
long removed from livelihood
this soul-less tree branch.


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Labor Day double haiku:


Forty hour work weeks,
Safety and child labor laws ...
a minimum wage.

Unions, walk outs, strikes,
picket lines, arbitration ...
Which side are you on?


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Another hard week,
in a string of tough years ... Still,
I'm boogie chillen'.

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Roots of rock n' roll,
buried in the delta blues,
warmed by Memphis Sun.

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On grey, rainy days,
she first sulked at the window,
then, wished for blue skies.


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They sway with the breeze,
which is why her little dog,
barks at sunflowers.


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It's not the way I
don't do things that matters, it's
the way I forget.


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double haiku:

It's three fifteen, and
wakened from a sad dream, I
try to clear my head.

Thoughts of you linger
and entwine with my day's chores.
You still haunt my heart.


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tru-ku: My eye doctor was
so short, she stood on a box
to do surgery ...


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You can malinger
or even procrastinate ...
long as it gets done.
 

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A small heap this week,  next week, a bonanza?  Stay tuned.