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07/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

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

All longings for more,
Attempts for unequal mine,
Cave for all in time.

Blast from the Past:

Empires return to
Ashes from the fire of their
Own machinery

There is nothing like
Finishing work to foster
Fake finality

Blast from the Past:

To measure one’s life
In work shifts, misses all that
One’s life was meant for.

I climb the stairs
Crawling up and up each step
Yearning for the sky

Blast from the Past:

The frigid rain falls
Panting, lost the trail as I
Climb out my demons