OUT THE TRAIN WINDOW 12 Haiku

Junkyard weeds

have flowered

purple, yellow, red

 

Children observe

our thundering progress

to our desks

 

No wind:

sheets and shirts

lifeless on the line

 

A man bends

with reverence into

the jaws of his car

 

Pigeons nest

inside the burned-out

house

 

Holding a stone—

which of us

angers him?

 

The wind ripples

the grass, the way a cat’s fur

shivers

 

Lovers, shoulder

to shoulder, share a secret

or a kiss

 

Brown leaves

cover the field

in all directions

 

A dog chases

the train. And if

he catches us?

 

Bright-lit windows:

the eyes

of dark houses

 

A hawk glides

across the moon.

Mice, look out!

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