Robert Naczas, PL

 

 

Haiku   overslept— the taste of coffee on her tongue     the gents— somebody down the row whistles the same tune     manequin`s jutting nipples— I suddenly realize a draught     night out— looking for familiar faces in a foreign city     traffic jam— my next door neighbors begin to dine     museum exhibition— children notice a spider     autumn moon— the bright face of my sleeping daughter     late March— in each window a different season Shamrock Haiku Journal, issue 6)     sudden rain— my wife takes shelter at the jeweler's Summer issue of Modern Haiku, 2008

 

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