Morning Mission Haiku
24th & Harrison
The man pushing cans
Order a single taco;
Gets half pound of meat.
~~~~~~~~~~
Grandma is sweeping
Front of Discolandia.
She does a good job.
~~~~~~~~~
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.
--------------
Christmas tree on roof,
A car loses gas, baby
Crying in the back.
------------
Blonde boy in a dress
Swings a tasteful handbag hard.
No money for poor.
------------
Drivers inch into
spots, legal or not. White car
in back, bumper stained.
-----------
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.
----------------
Double-parked for half
An hour, the man who lives there
Gets his spot at last.
---------------
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.
---------------
December snowstorm
Strands tourists. Sunny all day
On 24th Street.
--------------
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
24th & Harrison
The man pushing cans
Order a single taco;
Gets half pound of meat.
~~~~~~~~~~
Grandma is sweeping
Front of Discolandia.
She does a good job.
~~~~~~~~~
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.
--------------
Viejitos staring
At Homes For Homies wonder:
"Los de abajo!"
--------------
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.
--------------
Christmas tree on roof,
A car loses gas, baby
Crying in the back.
------------
Blonde boy in a dress
Swings a tasteful handbag hard.
No money for poor.
------------
Drivers inch into
spots, legal or not. White car
in back, bumper stained.
-----------
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.
----------------
Double-parked for half
An hour, the man who lives there
Gets his spot at last.
---------------
Late for work again
The pretty girl running past
Stops to brush her hair.
12/05
---------------
Caged parakeets in
The Mission learn teknopop.
Moroccan men rock.
---------------
December snowstorm
Strands tourists. Sunny all day
On 24th Street.
--------------
Copal smoke weaves dead
Ancestors, sends messages
Across the faultlines.
12/06
-------------
Danzantes dance on,
Keeping the calendar days
Sacred. People pass.
12/08/08
Labels: Haiku, Lorna Dee Cervantes, Poems, San Francisco, The Mission
posted by Lorna Dee Cervantes at 2:08 PM
4 Comments:
Poems worth thousand of words. Snapshots that in the memory stay like the couple kissing who celebrated World War II. Thanks.
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wow, very nice, glad to be visiting your blog, so inspiring
Such an eye and such a pen
Lorna Dee Cervantes
into each the other bends.
Thank you for living.
...nothing like people watching for good poetry!
Hope you are well Lorna Dee!
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