SAN FERNANDO MISSION
a dusty trail
of eucalyptus -
bells in the distance
a hot wind
through gray leaves-
sunlight blinking
doves cry
behind the white-washed church,
"You're a fool."
in the dark doorway,
eyes shut at the white sand-
a stabbing light
a power saw,
breaking the three o'clock silence-
the day moves on
Modern Haiku
