Song of the summer
has waited to come to light
over fifty years
faces and sounds more
alive now than when they might
have been forgotten
in intervening
epochs still to be muddled
through the present age
a gift to stay young
audio and celluloid
saved with love and care
moments don’t grow old
they change or stay relevant
by their inertia
music still a piece
of how redemption happens
though the tune is past
looking back you see their soul
Tag: Haiku
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JulyPoWriMo 9
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JulyPoWriMo 4
Fireworks on TV
much less satisfying than
clouds of ash and smoke
landing in your lap
obscuring the horizon
who knows who lies there
last night where they signed
the document that caused this
white noise bigots marched
by Tastykake trucks
shooed away by teargas plumes
also citizens
shout fuck around and find out
(File under: missing Philly)
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JulyPoWriMo 2
The butterfly stayed
in the yard along with us
we followed its wings
so closely we might
recognize them in a pinch
such is familiar
even if our paths
do not cross this way again
we knew each other
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JulyPoWriMo 1
As the world falls down
where to go but underground
the magic dances
chilly down here within you
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JuneHaikuWriMo 30
Seems appropriate
that going back to normal
includes reminders
of awful people
doing awful things without
any consequence
still dominating
the headlines—helicopters
hovering above
filling the time slots
they did not know how to fill
while they were in jail
or bombing unknown
countries they knew they did not
know how much they knew
America’s sad defense
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JuneHaikuWriMo 26
Dreams interrupted
by sleep echo through the day
tinting each moment
with half remembered
stories my mind tried to tell
to the someone else
I would be when I woke up
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JuneHaikuWriMo 23
A life is finite
the point of eternity
just beyond the edge
what bridges the gap
all of the points in between
every direction
no story is told
in a linear fashion
from one perspective
echoes all around
the ground underneath our heads
the sky holding us
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JuneHaikuWriMo 15
Fish chases turtle
under the bridge while birds fly
kamikaze style
across the meadow
dancers dance in white dresses
waving colored flags
paths littered with storm
easily crossed if you know
where to plant your feet
graduation pics
framed by unadorned nature
return to normal
herons fly in space
geese ascending the shoreline
new paths lead us where
we’ve never been before: home
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JuneHaikuWriMo 14
The thunder arrives
one cat on the other cat
sensing discomfort
unknown vibrations
all the more mysterious
by this behavior
could we not also
respond to the elements
by kneading biscuits
on top of our backs?
The storm an excuse to touch
each other gently
Joshua Keiter 