Haiku for Henry David Thoreau




Haiku for Henry David

owl calls
the one you never see-
winter pond

oak leaves
at the window panes—
scattered thoughts

paper wasps gone,
empty twig nest, I’m also
not at home

Concord’s wet sky
full of winter birds—
I read Shiki

is the “I”
really the poet—
small white breasted bird

half a dream
unraveling like a ball
of dark blue yarn

past Dunk’in Donuts
and the air force base—
Thoreau’s birth place

the philosopher
walks the railroad track—
swallows at dusk.




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