garbage pickup
the tree lawn strewn
with candy wrappers
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David W. Wood
David Wood (x2x3x4 at msn dot com) David Wood, a retired gentlemen from Ohio, writes for his own enjoyment. He has had work shown by Paperwasp, Mainichi News, Stylus Poetry Journal, Heron's Nest, Simply Haiku, and the Asahi Haikuist Network.
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Grass glistens with gold
Dogs and kids play in the park
As shadows lengthen
Grass glistens with gold
Dogs and kids play in the park
As shadows lengthen
burst of anger
a torn fifty dollar
trails the wind
in search
of company
the gray tabby stretches
3 a.m.
garbage pickup —
my dream strewn cross the lawn
sound of
the street sweepers’s broom
quite dawn
The window shows a bird,
A cloud, a plane.
But where are you?