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    haikupoet.com
    the haiku blog of paul david mena

    Tuesday, January 31, 2006

    State of the Union —
    what a great name
    for an adult film!

     

    Monday, January 30, 2006

    winter fog...
    shadows
    pick through trash

    winter fog...
    the reassuring rumble
    of the train

    winter fog...
    a prank phone call
    from my son

    winter fog...
    did I or did I not
    set the alarm?

    winter fog...
    no one admits
    to leaving out the milk

    winter fog...
    new ways to spin the word
    “democracy”

     

    Sunday, January 29, 2006

    winter fog —
    the streetlights
    are alive

     

    Saturday, January 28, 2006

    winter sun —
    I make two copies
    of my offer letter

     

    Thursday, January 26, 2006

    sidewalk ice —
    a dance step I remember
    from Junior High School

     

    Wednesday, January 25, 2006

    dirty snow —
    my ex-wife’s voice
    on the answering machine

     

    Tuesday, January 24, 2006

    my mother’s birthday —
    I am also
    another year older

     

    missing the train —
    ice clings
    to the wooden handrail

     

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    snow turns to rain —
    I finally see
    my son’s report card

     

    Friday, January 20, 2006

    winter wind —
    telling my boss
    about the new job

     

    Thursday, January 19, 2006

    two-hour meeting —
    my pen runs out of ink
    mid-doodle

     

    Wednesday, January 18, 2006

    Freedom Trail —
    a stray dog sniffs
    a black plastic trash bag

     

    Tuesday, January 17, 2006

    January —
    wiping the road salt
    from my shoes

     

    Monday, January 16, 2006

    northerly wind —
    the flagpole
    whistles


    or

    northerly wind —
    the flagpole whistles
    to itself

     

    Sunday, January 15, 2006

    winter storm watch —
    a stray dog crouches
    between dumpsters

     

    Friday, January 13, 2006

    false spring —
    a ladybug
    in my salad

     

    friday the thirteenth —
    a crow flies
    across the moon

     

    winter thaw —
    the snowman’s
    muddy cheeks

     

    Thursday, January 12, 2006

    rush hour —
    chasing the crows away
    from a dead gull

     

    Wednesday, January 11, 2006

    gibbous moon —
    the dog sniffs
    every footprint

     

    Tuesday, January 10, 2006

    a passing freight train . . .
    I suddenly remember
    my mother’s birthday

     

    Monday, January 09, 2006

    January —
    a brown Christmas tree
    on the side of the road

     

    Sunday, January 08, 2006

    just one drink . . .
    her t-shirt reads:
    “you can’t afford me”

     

    Friday, January 06, 2006

    winter night —
    half the moon
    under wraps

     

    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    disabled train —
    my reflection
    in scratched plexiglas

     

    Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    Back Bay station —
    a well-dressed man
    shouts at his cell phone

     

    Tuesday, January 03, 2006

    I can’t decide between these two variations, so I’ll have to post both...
    January —
    the broken-down snow plow
    of my dreams

    sleepless night —
    a broken-down snow plow
    at the end of the road

     

    Monday, January 02, 2006

    January —
    the health club crowded
    with resolutions

     

    Sunday, January 01, 2006

    New Year’s Day —
    so many more resolutions
    than last year