Haiku Poems

Metro Pigeon

Bird boarding subway

You’ve wings that we don’t to spread

Why ride beside us?

Red, White and Blue

 Pen bled blue for you

Now red scars on white drown blue

Scribbled on the page

Dry Well

 The well has run dry

This empty cup of coffee

It begs to be filled

Guest of the Sky

 When will the sun rise?

Visits of its volition

Man can’t force the hour

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