Haiku

© James Magill

1972:

I’m dead serious”, I said
    and fell out of the chair.


2003:

long after the tornado
    a rising midnight wind
        still snaps me awake.


2013:

trumpeting geese
   sitting 
        my breath moves their wings


2018:

patter of forest drip around us:
    grateful applause 
        of trees after rain 

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the rain dreams
    of the ocean


2021:

new paper
    fresh ink
        await first blossom


2022:

winter wind
    new titanium knees
        walking

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bear in the back yard
    warm winter 

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a boy, a girl,
    plain-featured, yet
        the beauty of youth

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fallen petals
    from the Valentine’s bouquet

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summer evening
    silence of distant fireworks 

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hot tub steamrise
    falling snow vanishing 

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the meeting cancelled  
    shifting my feet
        in snow

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cosmetics label in French
    made in Milwaukee
        ooh la la

.

a stick from the yard
    clears the window’s
        winter cobwebs

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hummingbird
    snail
        the pace of life

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roadkill on the sidewalk
    feeding crow lifts its head
        no, a buzzard!

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moon at dawn
    bright smudge
        behind pink clouds

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azaleas
    full-bloom
        while I wasn’t looking!

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after the reading
    empty room still full 
        of poetry
                            (for Gary Snyder)

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flowering pink dogwood:
    the slow explosion
        of life.

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blustery day
    surf pounds, wind chimes crash
        again, and again

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the young child
    speaking English and Portuguese
        humbles me

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from the tallest tree
    a beetle falls
        bounces, walks away

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her absent father:
    the singing toddler
        gives his photo a kiss 

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on the hood
    after the carwash
        waterbeads tremble in the wind

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sunbeam
    sending this moment
        into the universe

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doing my taxes
    I look up:
        cardinal at the window 

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on the balcony
    toasting her ‘meteoric’ rise
        falling stars

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spring snow flurries:
    tiny stars
        white against my shirt

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galaxies’ ancient light
    beginning
        made visible

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hiss of falling flakes
    on the snowdrift
        winter stillness

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spring leaves
    on the backyard maples
        shade after bare winter

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fresh-cut grass
    smell of wild onions

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writing,
    striving for melancholy,
        succeeding

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cat’s whiskers   
    lit by morning sun
        they’re so long!

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jogger passes my bench   
        her ponytail bounce

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crow-jabber
    in distant trees 
        so much to talk about!

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lawnchair at midnight
   bundled against
        the Milky Way’s horizon

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sick                      and tired

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dozing with
    a cardboard sign
            horn-tap brings him running

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birdsong rising   
      with the sun
            the morning chorus

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distant galaxies
    swimming
            the dewdrop

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after the argument
    smell of ozone
        
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much from little
    haiku big bang 

Sacred cows make the best hamburgers.

– anon.

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