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in the surroundings
100 one-line haiku links
marlene mountain (tennessee, usa), sheila windsor (worcestershire, uk), cindy tebo (missouri, usa), stephen addiss (virginia, usa), paul conneally (loughborough, uk)
in that order throughout
a deer drinks in the surroundings
then drinks in the pond
nights drawing in the lure of other people's houses
coal train a lot of energy going somewhere else
the ferris wheel calling as the summer ends
the twist and turn of sycamore seeds thrown up into the air
laid-back until moths begin their flutter
river procession the carnival queen smiles our way
reflection of cattails with a pond deep beauty
strolling through the oaks with the mind somewhere else
all along this path blackberries have rotted on the brambles
i'll miss summer once it's finally run its peculiar
course
nasturtiums run riot
haiku cops patrolling the seasons
much too early the first snow is embarrassed into melting
icicles but not like the ones i remember from my
youth
more than meets the eye striped caterpillar
wash day a 'painted' lady wears pyjamas
"dances with lights" a low budget remake with moths
on the old black-and-white television John Wayne flickers
dockside the sound of a stallion from the back of a truck
a gift the yellowest of the butterflies on the
pinkest of a thistle
on the tube an old woman applies lipstick without a mirror
window to window a ruby-throated hummer
maple leaves still clutching to the branches and twigs
the rookery visible again above and behind the farmhouse
just short of a long day rain changes its mind
'i'm a celebrity get me out of here'
courtney love not much about the person in a name
changing the tune but staying in the same key
a robin and a wren both lay a claim to the back border
the plug pulled on ricci's brain is elizabeth hidden deep within
down the drain clockwise or anti depends on your hemisphere
penpals one in spring one in autumn
getting out of bed and then getting right back in
nine/eleven where did the vice-president disappear to?
who has the nerve not to define haiku
no fly zone but will the blue green dragonfly be allowed
whooligans those owls are at it again
no deer to be seen but the daylilies are gone
weapons of mass destruction let's bomb the fuck out of them
breeze in the hollow the kind a string of words might not catch
attic kite a bit grubby but the sky won't mind
soaring highward the hawk over a circle of mountain
the scroll on the wall shivers in the entering breeze
pop idol the boy with a stammer hits number one again
a speech full of tricky stuff toward war stuff
'pay the blood price' sound bite tony where'll you
get the money?
west nile virus even mosquitoes are terrorists
sound bites even more dangerous
we all stare at hemingway's cigar hung on the cafe
wall
'person of interest' a compliment except from the improved fbi
'helping police with their enquiries' so many altruistic souls inside
street corner cameras everyone's a suspect
be a mouse and say cheese
the smile in the photograph not matching the one in the mirror
in the kitchen and the heat martha stewart
stratford at the mary arden inn we order green thai
curry
route 66 cabin stars through a gap in the roof
no time to kick at an imaginary fate
que sera sera dad's doris day records in the attic
a few rooms cleaned to where others would begin
nature gallery spider's webs hung with raindrops
artful dodger the salamander blending into glade
no sign of dusk but suddenly the branches are invisible
it's hot! it's hot! a shirtless man in the frozen-food
aisle
ready to call it a night tho the stars are in
i follow a pair of embroidered flares out of miss selfridge
mom's needle routine each day starts with a shot of insulin
no longer making her own dresses
little miss muffet goes down the half-pipe with her
best boys
to start life over with everything done right well 35% might do
do larvae ever dream that they will mirror sky i
wonder
before a live audience the courtship of prairie chickens
corn in the supermarket less and less fresh
comedy club swear words and laughter above my head
a teaser the windows rolled up for nothing
though the lions have gone the clown's smile never slips
ring of raindrops a long time since the last performance
just getting through the mornings but the nights are fine
a hot toddy of diazepam and whiskey and hot milk
hey kid let's see your strong muscles sweet heart smart brains
in the net she arranges to meet a forty year old teenager
my son's valentine not from the girl he was expecting
the broken bicycle still sitting there a month later
the jack in the boot rusted stuck to the spare wheel
a good idea straight from the ground
shelling peas before the smell or the taste the green
plans for a garden that didn't foresee rabbits and deer
rub-marks on the trees two feet off the ground
priest hole so many child-porn films that he got blisters
rescued from the blacktop a turtle's feet on bottomland for now
wild geese each time the pull of your leaving
teenage catalpa this year with more leaves to lose
seldom if ever he explains but then it happens
a pair of new football boots placed in his school locker
the mailbox waits my out-of-date walk
retirement homes footprints in the snow along almost every path
one-lane bridge we take turns crossing
solitary strolls sometimes less solitary
climbing the walls honeysuckle and poison ivy entwined