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01/30/25 A New Day, A New Haiku

Alive in the garden
I’m the first joy and despair
Master of those cursed trees

Blast from the Past:

I’m learning that I
Need a new creation myth
To explain it all

My soul is as
Vast as the world,
A deep river
Unfolding forever

A Blast from the Past:

Here is your desert
Where nothing is real except
Your boundless feelings

I gaze at the sky
As the clouds turn into
Dragons and tigers.

Blast from the Past:

Watching a fun film
Lying on the couch while two
Cats sleep at my feet

I must pay my dues
To the real civilizers
Of this world: the ants.

Blast from the Past:

If we are the ants
How do we reach up above
And taste the honeydew?

The ozone layer
Torn cesarean section
That the gods peer through

Blast from the Past:

A prairie full of streams,
Flowers, birds, snakes, and bushes.
Now a factory

Hair stood up, chapped lips,
Foggy brain, drooped eyes, parched throat,
Itchy crotch, moist socks

Posthumous title: Several Days in International Airports

Blast from the Past:

Lines of bright roads on
The dark landscape, like the veins
Of their society

Your beacon of hope
Within rough waters gathers
The clouds become storms.

Blast from the Past:

The sun twirls the earth
Around like a mouse trapped by
A cat’s playful paw

Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul

Blast from the Past:

Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.

Paint your daisies
Full of your philosophy.
Let its wisdom sprout.

Blast from the Past:

Move beyond these chains
Choose their illusion no more
Yearning is your key

The animals shout
In shock, wonder, and alarm
At the new sunrise

Blast from the past:

Racing to the sun
Tripping over beams of light
Casting long shadows