Spring Speaks of Revolution

Daffodils arrived

like defiant yellow fists

thrust from cold ground.

Haiku Freight Train #11: In Her Vote on the State School Board (or Calling it Local Control Doesn't Make It Right.)

Unable to see

beyond her privilege, she

stole art from poor kids.

Haiku Freight Train #10: Process

First, sun, blinding, blue

sky. Then wind, suddenly cold,

rain drove us indoors.

Haiku Freight Train #9: Afternoon

Bare trees stand steady

against blue afternoon sky, 

cigarettes on the wind.

Haiku Freight Train #8: Lost

He walks his wet lawn

looking just beyond bare feet

for something he's lost.

Haiku Freight Train #7: Yesterday

Carrying Grandma's

armchair in afternoon rain.

She's left Homer Street.

Haiku Freight Train #6: Kaleidoscope Eye

Now and then my right

eye goes kaleidoscopic,

beautifully scary.

Haiku Freight Train #5: April

Rain barrel overflows

into shin-deep backyard pools.

This is my April.

Haiku Freight Train #4: Temperature

Today went warm to cold.

Our big black cat sneezes watching

gray clouds over rooftops.

Haiku Freight Train #3: Alright

I'm a sucker for

any song that sings to me,

It'll be Alright.