Wednesday, December 03, 2008

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.


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


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


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


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.


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Blogger Evan Ravitz said...

Very nice. Atmospheric.

7/12/08 21:02  
Blogger Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

Thanks, Evan. And thanks for visiting.

8/12/08 14:32  

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