Haiku

I have this internal debate about Haiku: Should or should it not be titled. I want to title them, but then it defeats the purpose of letting the reader decide. I want no cover to be judged, so I omit them. I also kid myself that these are haiku in the traditional sense, but yet I still write them.

Boys and their fast toys
Young and old parked at Sonic
Watch the girls flutter
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Glittered purple hooves
Clomp along hot city walks
My journey from home
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aspen leaves tumble
fallen from their branch too soon
but not that many
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the sun waits to rise
cold morn keeps it tucked away
i am like the sun
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Nighttime shadows dance
Escape the capture of words
Burdened by daylight
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Golden silence falls
Where children rest from laughter
Naps are always good
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Ting ting little bell
silence broken in the night
on my granddad’s porch
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Stars in the city
Only the brightest we see
Look quick! One just fell
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Youth chasing the wind.
Lips touch, and cheeks flush crimson.
Youth interrupted…
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seek fallen haiku
scattered about, all to see
stuck fast to my shoe
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Can a child’s smile bloom?
Angelic faces alight.
To home she returns.
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Rippling mud puddles
Feet wet, the boy walks away
A smile on his face
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when one walks alone
the pathway is sure to bend
footsteps with purpose

City sounds silenced
Under coat of frozen white.
The birds wait to sing
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The end of the road
Quietly sitting in thought
The new path awaits
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Clouds cover the sun
Puddles form, calling me in
Galoshes at home.
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Drumbeats from the sky
Color behind distant clouds
Puddles chase the curb
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She bites to survive
Leaving itchy, scratchy, bumps.
Near my swimming hole.
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Hands hold for first time
Dreams alight, chased in our youth
Where the poppies grow
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Forgive ignorance
I am but a child to grow
With wings soon to soar
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in the western sky
winks from the man in the moon
venus shining bright
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Sculpted spider’s web
Enduring rain drops sparkle
Visions from the light
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Strangers honking horns
Coffee spilt in surprise of
A mom and her kids
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A leaf falls without
Knowing that time is over
More to take its place
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Age spoils the care free
Youth, wonder. It’s what we seek
I know not its end
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The waxing moon sets
Behind mountains once called home
Always in my heart

Grapes get life from sun
Squashed with washed feet to become
Fine wine – I delight!