Urban

 

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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