Urban Haiku

by Peter Saint-Andre

Old woman crossing.
Two thin legs and a walker.
Good it's a long light.

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Orange city glow
Reflected from clouds above
Bathes the swirling snow.

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There's no foundation
All the way along the line:

Broadway crazy man.

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Top-down white Corvette
Blaring down Fifth Avenue.
Six below zero.

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Fighting traffic noise
Underneath a cherry tree
Practicing bagpipes.

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Trees as thin as poles
Struggle up through sidewalk holes.
How many will live?

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Around Columbus,
Like the pigeons overhead,
Taxis keep circling.

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She has no home but
Her nails are always polished,
Waiting for the bus.

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Summer in the park:
Homeless men spend warm bright days
Sleeping in the shade.

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Taxis, trucks, and cars
Intertwine without touching...
A delicate dance.

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Flapping and whirling
Like a streetwise break dancer,
A pigeon's death-throes.

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A sea of silver
Clouds below, except the tips
Of two white towers.

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Deep in her smartphone,
Turning the corner she steps
Deep in wet cement.

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Countless lonely drops
Joined against their will: mighty
Rivers of traffic.


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