Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Summer Haiku

The truest myth
In his cave

Listless afternoons
   the sunshine
And the salt breeze

No one notices
   trees rustling
Beside a boulevard

The metaphysics of
   riding a motorcycle
Announcing itself

At the bottom of things
   all the dust

The aesthetics of
A beautiful semicolon

Sometimes it seems
   like everything is romantic -
Or else nothing is

She was a dream
   even when I held her
Close in my arms

Quiet rebellions
   always make
So much noise

Mountain haikus
   lost in the altitude
Struck by afternoon lightning

Desires and expectations
   filling the world
With eternal longing

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