City of Angels
duck pond amidst turmoil
where the homeless sleep
morning paper
harbinger of good and ill
I’ve no time for it.
grey high rise shadows
dandelions thrive in cracks
no more garden here
rain slicked boulevard
life in neon jungle
colored potpourri
ten cell phones ringing
relaxing cup of latte’
at Starbucks Cafe
purple vinca blooms
nobody seems to care
a grid-locked freeway
wild horses roam
stampeding metal ponies
smoking along the way
life in a ghetto
blossoms of graffiti on
a fog-wrapped morning
Poetry is:
This is one of the most
This is one of the most brilliant Haiku sequences I have ever read.
Starward