Month: January 2022

Haiku

Haiku for an Old House

Tearing down the house
Big yellow excavator
Eating bite by bite

One house to the west
A new foundation in place
Waiting for the top

Gonna miss the house
Next door. Small quaint and frumpy
Great people in there

Haiku

Turn the yellow face
Now white is messed up. Next time
Unpeel the stickers

You and me belong
To the Sun. Everyone does,
But you more than most.

Marge thought through laughing
Ivy is more circumspect
Syllables matter

Books

Squishy sidewalk ice
Slippery as hell, very hard
Glued to the concrete

Not near our house
Not my problem, even though we
Would all fall quickly

I get the mattock
To attack it, whack by whack
Big chunks break apart

Kick the chunks and slush
Off to the sides, clear the path
Unslippery again

Admiring my work
Every time I go that way
Walking is easy

What if I am gone?
This clear patch of path could be
My big legacy

Haiku

Hearing Makossa
Smelling sand roasted peanuts
This is Yaoundé

When I skate outside
My eyes smile and my legs sing
A blade glides on ice

But once it warms up
The ice turns to gooey mush
Puddles of warm slush