Bric-a-brac
the cutting room floor

A handful of haikus

At dusk, in the park,
The wind blows dry leaves over
Empty alleyways.

Walk the neighborhood,
Camera in hand, seeking
The flowering trees.

Ducks flying above
A pond where lusty frogs chant;
Water lilies bloom.

Sunbeams and silence;
Inside, green letters scroll across
A computer screen.

Kids play in the grass.
Anxious mothers watch them
Slowly growing up.

Night in the city.
Above, lights flicker and shift
Like souls in the wind.

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