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Haigaonline October 2017



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COFFEE - BLACK

A street empty of people. Just the all night diner is open. Plain, devoid of sentimentality.  A sickly greenish light streams through plate glass windows. A man sits smoking, his eyes looking straight ahead, expressionless.The woman with him appears more interested in a matchbook cover than in his company.

A third customer, a man alone with his back to us, his shoulders hunched. A faceless man in a gray suit. Behind the counter, a young man in a white uniform, a sharp contrast to the darkly dressed customers. He's busy with the dishes and appears to be speaking. Perhaps to himself. No one seems to be listening.

                                 

                                   Nighthawks—

                                   waiting the slow hours

                                   till morning

                                   

Contemporary Haibun Online, March 2007

Edward Hopper, "Night Hawks,"

courtesy of Wikimedia

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turning off the GPS

to get lost

three hour fire log

romantic ambience

on a timer

antique car show

cool cars

hot prices

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MY COMEBACK ROSES 

We have a garden and I have become, by necessity, a gardener.  Our move to the country to a house with over an acre of land meant some gardening had to be done. With books, a spade, and the knowledgeable voice of a local nurseryman we plant shrubs, grasses, flowers.

                                                       dirt under my nails

                                                       I trade pink polish

                                                       for peonies

                                                       sweeter and longer lasting

                                                       than any manicure

Success with daisies, phlox, black-eyed susans, irises, spirea and many shrubs and annuals have swelled my head. I’m a gardener! I’ll plant roses next. Pooh on all the doubters who say they are hard to grow. The roses do well that summer and survive the harsh winter, leafing  up beautifully in the spring. Then, catastrophe. The leaves are full of pin holes and getting brown. Buds are shriveled. Aphids! That's what the nurseryman tells me.  I go on the attack, spray heavily and wait one week. Two weeks. One morning I see new leaves growing. By mid-July new buds have formed. I spray again and wait.

                                                         a rose bouquet

                                                         sprinkled with morning dew

                                                         in bare hands

                                                         ignoring the thorns and pricks

                                                         and fresh drops of blood

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fire-red lilies

a radiating heat

at sunset

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the swelling sound of crickets

pressing heat

a misty beach walk

following the footprints

of gulls

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