Mission Haiku

24th Street Haiku


Men in The Mission
Don't all walk alike. Each one's
Sole punctuation.


Monday After Thanksgiving


Pigeons flock over
24th Street. Released folk
Roll suitcases home.

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Some walk by, lonely,
Stared at; so many ways love
Discovers its trust.


5:03


Bus passengers pass
Weaving shadows as they walk;
Lone skater dares all.

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Girls sing down the street,
Dress darkly in uniform,
Silence in shadows.

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The Mission smells like
Meat in the late afternoon,
Frijoles at dawn.


In This Season


Lots of older men
Walk slowly with their head bent down:
Caracoles all.


12/1/08