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    haikupoet.com
    the haiku blog of paul david mena

    Tuesday, November 29, 2005

    turbulence
    at 30,000 feet —
    a baby screams

     

    Monday, November 28, 2005

    holidays over —
    a pile
    of unsplit firewood

     

    Sunday, November 27, 2005

    November twilight —
    a pair of socks
    my son left behind

     

    Saturday, November 26, 2005

    waiting at the airport
    my daughter and I
    compare wedding rings

     

    Friday, November 25, 2005

    black ice —
    Thanksgiving
    without grandpa’s laugh

     

    Thursday, November 24, 2005

    Thanksgiving night —
    everyone thanks me
    for walking the dog

     

    straining beneath the weight
    of all this snow —
    dogwood blossoms

    straining beneath the weight
    of all this snow —
    my back

     

    Wednesday, November 23, 2005

    holiday driving —
    an open road map passes me
    doing 75

     

    Tuesday, November 22, 2005

    traffic jam —
    a scratch
    on my favorite CD

     

    Monday, November 21, 2005

    stars —
    the sound
    of bare branches

     

    Sunday, November 20, 2005

    November chill —
    shredded grocery bags
    hanging in a tree

     

    Saturday, November 19, 2005

    killer frost —
    the snap
    of a mouse trap

     

    Friday, November 18, 2005

    friday night —
    I board the wrong train
    and don’t care

     

    Thursday, November 17, 2005

    thursday hangover —
    someone on the train
    calls my name

     

    Wednesday, November 16, 2005

    November fog —
    somewhere above me
    a crow

     

    Tuesday, November 15, 2005

    November —
    a stack of plastic chairs
    at the sidewalk cafe

     

    company reorg —
    as long as someone tells me
    where the coffee is

     

    Monday, November 14, 2005

    (for Jerry Kilbride)
    full of wine
    on Telegraph Hill —
    a shooting star

     

    Friday, November 11, 2005

    Veteran’s Day —
    an unopened Budweiser
    beside the monument

     

    Thursday, November 10, 2005

    November —
    an oak leaf pinned
    to my cubicle wall

     

    Wednesday, November 09, 2005

    wednesday —
    I don’t scrape the frost
    from my windshield

     

    Tuesday, November 08, 2005

    autumn —
    the day-glo orange
    of prison jumpsuits

     

    Monday, November 07, 2005

    monday —
    a styrofoam cup
    filled with rain

     

    Sunday, November 06, 2005

    in the storm
    before the calm
    I walk the dog

     

    Friday, November 04, 2005

    November sunshine —
    the cold medicine
    kicks in

     

    Thursday, November 03, 2005

    between the sheets
                 the pop
    of a champagne cork

     

    Wednesday, November 02, 2005

    Day of the Dead —
    the Jack O’Lantern
    frowns

     

    All Soul’s Day —
    the empty
    church parking lot

    All Soul’s Day —
    the cold medicine
    rings in my ears

    All Soul’s Day —
    the boss calls
    an impromptu meeting

    All Soul’s Day —
    the year-old calendar
    I keep forgetting
    to take down

     

    Tuesday, November 01, 2005

    Día de los Muertos —
    the dog sits next to the fire
    and sighs