haikus / david oates

Like some impossible symphonic score--
all those blackbirds
hunkered in the bare branches.

Ballet recital, the teacher coaching from the wings,
along with her sharp whispers
her own feet cross, point, cross.

Sunny winter day old dog drowses by the swing set

Gray dawn catbird hops
motion detecting porch-light
flicks on

cool night wind
empty hammock bucks
ghost lovers

this crazy burst of branches--tree jazz

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