City of Angels
duck pond amidst turmoil
where the homeless sleep


morning paper
harbinger of good and ill
I’ve no time for it.


grey high rise shadows
dandelions thrive in cracks
no more garden here


rain slicked boulevard
life in neon jungle
colored potpourri


ten cell phones ringing
relaxing cup of latte’
at Starbucks Cafe


purple vinca blooms
nobody seems to care
a grid-locked freeway


wild horses roam
stampeding metal ponies
smoking along the way


life in a ghetto
blossoms of graffiti on
a fog-wrapped morning


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This is one of the most

This is one of the most brilliant Haiku sequences I have ever read.


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