Hands around Boulder

The salt and shadow stained walk

Lights out

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behind the curtain

of thickly dieseled air

walking without heads

a thousand or more voices

reclining with nothing left

but a guttural train grumble

slowly suppressed

dissipating wisps

off into the great gray yonder

floating over brownish concrete

walk-worn to a lumpy aggregate

pulling slowly up the rounded stairs

grabbing the day by the horns

while remaining half-asleep

or more

Haiku #152

red tulips in the lobby

surrogates for the sun

gray pin-striped suit

Tetractys #18

blue

rock salt

by the wall

over-scattered

awaiting a precipitous demise

Senryu #120

circling, she can’t decide

which spot is best

empty parking lot

Haiku #76

paying bills on the train

as the world passes by

time-strapped couple

Senryu #105

she walks with purpose

just like he follows

that next big mistake

Senryu #104

old park bench

doesn’t make weekend plans

feet rusted to the ground