Thirteen Haiku on the 13th.

August 13, 2010

Late September gloom.
Lighthouse beam picks out bobbing
buoy every seven breaths.
_______________

Cup drained, spoon licked, torn
sugar sachet fluttering
in the cool breeze.
_______________

Cool breeze on my neck
circle seems to fit the square
smile plays on my face.
_______________

Eye-worn buildings at
street level. Lift your gaze,
such wonders await.
_______________

The way she doesn’t
speak or listen to me cuts
me like broken glass.
_______________

Crisp full moon overhead.
Roadkill on the shiny tarmac
bathed in its chill glow.
_______________

Twilight becomes night
Another day comes to an end
History starts again.
_______________

Chrysalis is where
ideas take shape, become,
morph into Being.
_______________

Years of acquiring
knowledge weigh him down like a
box full of old books.
_______________

Life feels like one long
trailer. When’s the main feature
supposed to begin?
_______________

His frozen heart starts
to thaw in the time it takes
a feather to settle.
_______________

Lean back, close my eyes
and smile, recalling grazed knees
and homemade ice lollies.
_______________

What comes after the
forward slash really counts. The
rest just gets you there.

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