A Poet In The Window

Lorna Dee Cervantes in her office in The Mission, 12/2/08

Morning Mission Haiku

24th & Harrison


The man pushing cans
Order a single taco;
Gets half pound of meat.

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Grandma is sweeping
Front of Discolandia.
She does a good job.

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Bombed truck sprouts its paint
Everyone wants to get moved
By portable art.

12/4/08

More Morning Mission Haiku


Old hippie, balding,
Redoes ponytail string in
Record store window.

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Viejitos staring
At Homes For Homies wonder:
"Los de abajo!"

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Fluevog boots click past
Alcoholic Indian: high heels
Unheard since a boy.

12/5/08

Evening Mission Haiku


Mission palms inscribed,
The withered more than the rest:
Names of the dead.

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Christmas tree on roof,
A car loses gas, baby
Crying in the back.

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Blonde boy in a dress
Swings a tasteful handbag hard.
No money for poor.

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Drivers inch into
spots, legal or not. White car
in back, bumper stained.

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Old man wears old
Miners hat. Was that my ex
Driving down the street?!

More Mission Haiku


Lone quadriplegic
Man in a motorized chair
Wears his Santa hat.

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Double-parked for half
An hour, the man who lives there
Gets his spot at last.

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Late for work again
The pretty girl running past
Stops to brush her hair.

12/05
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Caged parakeets in
The Mission learn teknopop.
Moroccan men rock.

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December snowstorm
Strands tourists. Sunny all day
On 24th Street.

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Copal smoke weaves dead
Ancestors, sends messages
Across the faultlines.

12/06
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Danzantes dance on,
Keeping the calendar days
Sacred. People pass.

12/08/08

Today's Search Words Which Led to This Blog

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Oh My! I Think I'm In Love With The BlogSlut: On Genius

"If you are lucky enough to run into someone who is beautiful and crazy and misguided and deranged and brilliant and honest enough to do this, with no fallback, with wings that might not work, buy them a sandwich."
~ end of GENIUSCIDE: READING MY SO-CALLED FREELANCE LIFE BY MICHELLE GOODMAN by Elizabeth Bachner

(click on above link to read her take on Michelle Goodman's How-To book, "My So-Called Freelance Life")

I just scanned it, taking a break from writing, and hungry.


Lorna

Mission Haiku

24th Street Haiku


Men in The Mission
Don't all walk alike. Each one's
Sole punctuation.


Monday After Thanksgiving


Pigeons flock over
24th Street. Released folk
Roll suitcases home.

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Some walk by, lonely,
Stared at; so many ways love
Discovers its trust.


5:03


Bus passengers pass
Weaving shadows as they walk;
Lone skater dares all.

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Girls sing down the street,
Dress darkly in uniform,
Silence in shadows.

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The Mission smells like
Meat in the late afternoon,
Frijoles at dawn.


In This Season


Lots of older men
Walk slowly with their head bent down:
Caracoles all.


12/1/08