Walking In Suburbia

Angled Daylight
The angled daylight, Dances amongst the trees, A gentle breeze blows
A haiku reflection on this evening’s walk. Very delightful journey through this suburb I call home.

A Meditation From Suburban Bohemia


Sitting here in suburban Bohemia
Trendy music echos in rafters
My elders march through
Past darkened storefronts
Embracing the silence of the zone.

Sheltered from the sky
Whether dry, cold or kind
Like now, clouds filter sunlight
The air chilled, night’s influence
Lingering like the memory of dreams.

At the edge I wait as
Automotive druids perform
Arcane rites, resurrecting
A weary shell of steel and plastic
Coffee’s tang upon my tongue