December 24, 2004
Christmas eve
in the courtyard below
a flutter of wings
“santaDudeNeg”
Christmas eve
the carousel animals
all motionless
Christmas eve-
the row of cut trees
no one took home
“Christmas eve courtyard” – from the haiku sequence “Can Collector’s Red Socks” (2003)
“Christmas eve carousel” “Christmas eve trees” – Modern Haiku XXIX: 2 (Summer 1998)
Nana serves
Grandma’s recipes —
Christmas Eve calamari
[Dec. 24, 2004]
a heartfelt “Happy Holidays” or the greeter wanting to bless
Americans of all religious persuasions. Easy answer for us.
Which reminds me: In a nation that mostly refers to its Independence Day
as “Fourth of July,” and now lets Lincoln and Washington share a “Presidents’
Day,” why do so many people worry about what our greatest annual celebration
is called publically? I bet Jesus Christ cares more about the spirit of love and
community than what we call his arbitrary “birthday.”
Naughty or nice, we all deserve a bonus pair of Gary Hotham haiku:
coffee
in a paper cup–
a long way from home
the way back–
every star the naked eye
can see
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You are indeed the _master_ of the f/k/a a/k/a! It sounds like either an ancient and lost martial art or something your mother would wash your mouth out for saying.
Merry Christmas
Comment by Martin — December 24, 2004 @ 5:46 pm
You are indeed the _master_ of the f/k/a a/k/a! It sounds like either an ancient and lost martial art or something your mother would wash your mouth out for saying.
Merry Christmas
Comment by Martin — December 24, 2004 @ 5:46 pm