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02/08/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The dog howls upwards
Hoping its cry will make the
Thunder go away

Blast from the Past:

From their rich singing,
You’d never know cicadas
Are about to die

After a long day,
I have the normal ritual
Figuring out which
Of all these many switches
Turns off the lights in my room.

Blast from the Past:

Charging at the foe,
Viewing it as a fight means
You already lost

What beauty is left
By the scorching sun
After the dew fades?

Blast from the Past:

The sea, singing the
Elegy of exodus,
Surrendered us up

I race through the clouds
Of Euphoria, thinking
Work is almost done

Blast from the Past:

Tiring work to just
Stay put. The modern world is
Really a treadmill.

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes

Blast from the Past:

Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.

Blast from the Past:

The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.

Blast from the Past:

An aphorism:

Those who stop asking questions die inside.

May you read my words
As if they were more humble
Than I intended
When I originally
Put them on paper for you

Blast from the Past:

I wrote this haiku in Python, a programming language.

def haiku_maker():
for x in [5, 7, 5]:
print(random_word(x))

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history

Blast from the Past:

Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs

Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible

Blast from the Past:

To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.