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by Chris Smith

 

22 September 2004   -   6 December 2004

 

 

An Epic in Five Haiku

 

9-22-04              empty spider web

                             billows in the evening breeze

                             oddly incomplete

 

9-23-04              eight delicious legs

                             dangle around the wren's beak

                             she flies dinner home

 

9-24-04              exhausted mayfly

                             tangled and twitching concedes

                             where is my venom?

 

9-25-04              the torn web flutters

                             hatchlings in a distant nest

                             blindly beg for more

 

9-26-04              too small to bother

                             a young spider spins his web

                             late into the night

 

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9-27-04              yes this new towel

                             is soft like a chick's down, but

                             fuzzies in my beard

 

 

9-28-04              fragrant asters sway

                             in still air, on each flower

                             a diligent bee

 

 

9-29-04              triangle of shade

                             at the end of the building

                             where smokers gather

 

 

9-30-04              the evening sun draws

                             my shadow long beside me

                             my feet a foot high

 

 

10-1-04               poor daffodil bulbs

                             so confused by the transplant

                             sprouting through the frost

 

 

10-2-04              cool October night

                             under floodlights the road crew

                             gathers up their signs

 

 

10-3-04              miscalculation

                             a dead cow with rigid legs

                             struck down by lightning

 

 

10-4-04              with one flying leap

                             the chipmonk clears the shoulder

                             no, you can't hit me

 

 

10-5-04              a stand with fresh grapes

                             as we bike through the vineyards

                             the perfect rest stop

 

 

10-6-04              I zip my jacket

                             as the stiff October wind

                             gears up for winter

 

 

10-7-04              lost bicyclists

                             sniff out a doughnut shop to

                             ask for directions

 

 

10-8-04              watch out for that snake!

                             don't worry, his head is flat

                             a car got him first

 

 

10-9-04              a cat patrolling

                             the border of the vineyard

                             pauses, disappears

 

 

10-10-04            pruned for winter

                             the brittle brown stems shiver

                             in the autumn wind

 

 

10-11-04             trees in the forest

                             not so random as you think

                             planted by squirrels

 

 

10-12-04            autumn afternoon

                             I drive with the windows down

                             fresh decaying smell

 

 

10-13-04            I see our porch lamp

                             so warm in the chilly night

                             my love is waiting

 

 

10-14-04            ugly potted plant

                             so overgrown but I still

                             water it weekly

 

 

10-15-04             a recent widow

                             starts sobbing in the kitchen

                             stacking spoon in spoon

 

 

10-16-04            all men's pride at stake

                             the couch squeeks and groans as it

                             squeezes through the door

 

 

10-17-04             urban tumbleweed

                             I had to swerve to avoid

                             rolling garbage cans

 

 

10-18-04            birds trying to roost

                             near the exit ramp take flight

                             with each passing car

 

 

10-19-04            I drop my shovel

                             to watch geese fly overhead

                             in V formation

 

 

10-20-04            after traversing

                             the wet sidewalk, a worm slips

                             into the garden

 

 

10-21-04            perfect orange leaves

                             spaced evenly on the floor

                             of the store window

 

 

10-22-04            our tangled embrace

                             we could be found one day like

                             lovers in Pompeii

 

 

10-23-04            my handkerchief shows

                             more that just leaves turn yellow

                             at this time of year

 

 

10-24-04            no nothing fancy

                             maybe that place with its name

                             shingled in the roof

 

 

10-25-04            notebooks in their laps

                             new believers shed tears for

                             their self-help guru

 

 

10-26-04            two red lights appear

                             from the fog like dragon's eyes

                             better hit the brakes

 

 

10-27-04            a broken feather

                             spirals upon the air where

                             the hawk snatched its prey

 

 

10-28-04            I could see my breath

                             as I hurried to the car

                             it's still October

 

 

10-29-04            we circle noses

                             with our noses, her nose feels

                             cold against my cheek

 

 

10-30-04            last night's fallen leaves

                             now form a wet yellow skirt

                             underneath the tree

 

 

10-31-04            children warm in bed

                             a sunken jack-o'-lantern

                             flickers in the night

 

 

11-1-04                I hear my father

                             in the clatter of blown leaves

                             walking beside me

 

 

11-2-04               although a cold rain

                             portends winter, change feels good

                             on election day

 

 

11-3-04               rusty shopping cart

                             with one wheel spinning freely

                             rattles past my car

 

 

11-4-04               no you silly dog

                             that's not a frog or a mouse

                             just a blowing leaf

 

 

11-5-04               climbing over a

                             bank of gray November clouds

                             a cold sun rises

 

 

11-6-04               green lawn, leaves piled high

                             I'm sorry but wind is in

                             tomorrow's forecast

 

 

11-7-04               after a long walk

                             when dinner is in the dog

                             that's when I relax

 

 

11-8-04               calm November lake

                             smooth and reflective like it's

                             covered with fresh ice

 

 

11-9-04               invigorated

                             by his first snowfall, puppy

                             pulls hard on his leash

 

 

11-10-04             above the city

                             a pink haze fills the night sky

                             a warm breeze descends

 

 

11-11-04              la da-dah da-dah

                             goes the song in my head as

                             I take a day off

 

 

11-12-04             a house facing north

                             its chapped door a frozen scream

                             under dark windows

 

 

11-13-04             the night stand rattles

                             from the movement in the bed

                             the candle flickers

 

 

11-14-04             old dog licks her paws

                             then sneaks upstairs with hopes of

                             sleeping on the bed

 

 

11-15-04             cold November sun

                             when it does shine is so bright

                             through the naked trees

 

 

11-16-04             in the gray morning

                             I could see my puppy's breath

                             hot around her face

 

 

11-17-04             the leaves have fallen

                             they lie in sticky wet clumps

                             too heavy to rake

 

 

11-18-04             as I walk past it

                             a bloated earthworm retracts

                             safe into the earth

 

 

11-19-04             a fog so heavy

                             light from the street lamp doesn't

                             even touch the street

 

 

11-20-04            bare November trees

                             reveal log cabins that I

                             never knew were there

 

 

11-21-04             in the dark coatroom

                             their coats hang close together

                             his coat spooning hers

 

 

11-22-04             my puppy watches

                             over my yard, her kingdom

                             from the back door stoop

 

 

11-23-04             my love showers first

                             I roll onto the warm spot

                             in bed where she slept

 

 

11-24-04             my cross-eyed headlights

                             lead the way as I travel

                             through the foggy night

 

 

11-25-04             winter's first flurries

                             stick to the cold dead ground of

                             the cemetery

 

 

11-26-04             driven by instinct

                             shoppers swarm into the store

                             clawing for bargains

 

 

11-27-04             blue icicle lights

                             hang from the eaves so still in

                             the deep frozen night

 

 

11-28-04            crooked Christmas tree

                             fifty years of ornaments

                             make it just perfect

 

 

11-29-04             EMERGENCY ROOM

                             patients in wheelchairs outside

                             for a smoking break

 

 

11-30-04            while puppy pees

                             a specter in the window wags

                             her boney finger

 

 

12-1-04               the cloud cover breaks,

                             briefly reveals a blue sky

                             before darkness falls

 

 

12-2-04              leaving Buffalo

                             our jet breaks through heavy clouds

                             into the blue sky

 

 

12-3-04              winter's low half moon

                             smoggy orange, almost warm

                             in the cold night sky

 

 

12-4-04              I slept so late and

                             December nights fall early

                             I missed the daylight

 

 

12-5-04               cold aluminum

                             saps all my strength as I climb

                             to clean the gutters

 

 

12-6-04              on my dormant lawn

                             in the halflight before dawn

                             puppy finds her spot

 

 

 

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