Lake Michigan Beneath Winter

winter, Lake Michigan rolls
ashore, then away.
ORD

moving pedways, on boats, bikes,
on foot beneath stars.

were going, then the trip would
not be as thrilling.

Cool, dry and strangely sweet rush
of pure oxygen.
Denizen Haikus
Grey morning, train to work.
Somehow it smells exotic
And not just dirty.
Overcrowded bus,
Remind me why I hate you.
Oh. Because I do.
Crammed in like sardines
On an express bus to
Civilization.
Holga Haikus

when one can float in the fog,
when feet aren’t grounded

is better than taxi by
land. Don’t you agree?

Poppy, dance for me
Tell me spring will linger long
While you grow, bloom, sway

save a few relics.
while out of place, they still help
me find my way home.
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