Spontaneous Haikus
I. The mural hanging
spells death and rebirth in gray
canvas and cosmos.
II. Old jazz plays softly
from modern technology:
antiquity gone.
III. When I was in Rome
a gypsy begged me for change
her cup was empty.
IV. I talk about life
as if I died awhile back;
then, I drink again.
V. The rocky train tracks
that ran behind my old home
led to nowhere fast.
VI. The muslim man said:
Asalmalakim!
he was not afraid.
I love them ALL!
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