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                    SELECTED HAIKU BOOK 1

Central Park at night
         the snow falling
                  my footprints in the snow
              ...

autumn rain
            last petunia's
                    lonliness
             ...

somewhere far away
           a man laughing
                     a morning in Spring
            ...

winter moon
          the muskrat gone
                    without a ripple
          ...

hopping toad
in my headlights

midnight on a
rainy road
           ...

     old man:

night-perfume
         envelops me
                 cherry blossoms
        ...

soaking in
      the cold rain
               trilliums
          ...

     old man:

a winter day's
          dream of snow
                      the endless nightfall
          ...

in the empty road
       at night
              a child's lost straw-sandal



    SELECTED HAIKU BOOK 2


Whose are they? this Spring morning
            my shoes,
                     waiting by the door
          ...

innocent tulip's
          little cup of
                  this morning's rain
           ...

in the gentle rain
       wetting my eyes
                 cherry blossoms
            ...

"Is it just a cruel joke,"  she says
        her clear eyes
                 seeing me
             ...

waking from a
nameless dream

cicadas in the
heat of day
             ...

porch's fat spider
           repairing its web
                     Harvest moon
            ...

"This place is such a mess,"
          my mother
                      her eyes are full of sorrow
                 ...

winter moon
           superhighway's
                      fleeting dreams












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