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07/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Depths of a small truth
Universal destiny
The midland order

Blast from the Past:

What form should I take?
None of these do me justice
Shadows of my truth

When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.

Blast from the Past:

Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

Shipwreck out at sea
A relic of social decay
Now a world for fish

Blast from the Past:

It is painful to
Think all the progress we’ve made
Might one day recede

All dogs want from you
Is for you to be
A new friend

(And maybe just a little of your food.)

Blast from the Past:

A pine tree sways
In the wind to the beat of
Your strokes of my beard.

The twilight coolness
The lofty sky’s flawed and dead
My soul’s solitude

Blast from the Past:

Pulsating through space,
The glory still radiates
From the long dead star

I amuse myself
With my country, toying with
Its quaint history

Blast from the Past:

What are our lives here?
But a burst dissipating
Into history

Don’t have to do much
For a cat to be willing
To jump on you lap

(And then immediately jump right back off.)

Blast from the Past:

The cat naps content
Knowing that she will have food
When she is ready.

Go live your happy
Tedium of the future
Days and days go by

Blast from the Past:

Color of boredom
I am afraid of silence
Chilling novelty

Unsure the best way
To respond, I sit there and
Name the ants I see.

Blast from the Past:

Ants are in my pants.
I need to get these stupid
Ants out of my pants.

You can no longer
Tell who was on which side:
The fallen soldiers

Blast from the Past:

The clear enemy,
The clash partitions evil
Outside of oneself