haiku

through the heating ventthe scent of cinnamon risesfrom the hot oven

a Chicago dogexpertly made in a food truckin Atlanta Georgia

filling the housean enticing aroma:baking lasagna

red park bench --tuxedoed man snores loudlywine bottle still corked

with a final pushthe baby bluebird finds wingsleaving mother behind

more damningthan a genuine scowl:a false smile

under the waternose above the surfaceturtle mother

shedding clothesold man approaches riverseeking relief

lobster-faced manstumbling slowly down the aislebreath heavy as his steps

painted by lichenadorned with dandelions --backyard boulder

old cathode ray tube --pixellated green text blinkingagainst a black background

the woodpecker nods --from the corner of the yardthe scent of lilac

drifting on the oceanno cares or responsibilitiesjust drifting, drifting...

of all human needsperhaps the greatest of them iscommunity

horrors of warunforgettable by the fewrelived daily, hourly

garden gazebostanding in the howling windnever swaying

in the kitchena pantry bug almost invisibleagainst the grey counter

in the spinning bingreen scraps and browns break downcreating compost

everything's a gifteither from me or to me --does pride have meaning?

raven takes flightfeather falls slowly to earth --old man's gift