Spring and Summer Haiku, 2017

A beautiful day

     to stay in bed with a book--

sloth absolved by rain.

Dashboard hula girl,

     broken, her beauty fading.

Perfect match, we two.



Head down, snail tracks
     head up, sea birds ride the wind--
My morning lessons.

Sunday--when shouting
     "Breakfast is ready" at noon 
makes no one think twice.

Pine box oblation,
     soul collected, readied for
cosmic recycling.

Paradise Market
     Selling Daydreams since Day One.
(sorry, no returns.)

Majestic spring clouds

     crawling across my window

grazing on daydreams.

Morning Aria

     Act One, enter mama bird,

"Come children, breakfast!"

-written on the way to the train station

Dream of you complete,

     cars on sleepy roads tell time--

One thirty a.m.

-May 1st, 1:30a.m.

Silent church of dawn

     begins with an offering:

cosmic do-over.

Sadly, I waited

     to visit the new swallows 

one day too many.

Row twenty seven,
     Three squished mummies, eyes forward,

Trying not to touch.

              

In flight, one bathroom,

     two hundred souls, suddenly 

no gender issues.

United Airlines, Dallas to San Jose, June 2017

 Pleading forgiveness
     all is forgiven until

"lipstick marks, again?!"

from the English subtitles for a bad Chinese movie, June 2017

Golden summer moon,

     keep the secrets of my heart

safe until morning.

-Inspired by a fellow admirer of the moon, July 2017

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press