The earliest haiku were 5-7-5 ditties without juxtaposition, seasonal references, or any of the things that I've come to believe make haiku haiku.
salsa-stained jammies.
dirty spoon, empty teacup.
morning's work untouched.
chi fountain flowing.
wooden cutlass abandoned
in brick block debris.
garlic and basil
linger from last night's party.
memories of friends.
small boy on keyboard
sister's voices rise to meet
exuberant sound.
clearing chi spaces.
in her joy, she is divine --
in her joy, she is divine --
burning girlhood flame.
real life in action --
family on Sunday morning.
love builds and love grows.
the moment's enough.
beauty enough in each hour
to last a lifetime.
25 August 1996
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