Haiku

peaches in their prime
canned in still and thick darkness
have you waited long?

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an old grey seagull
looking away from sunset
just another day ...

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under the shadows
autumn drizzle streaming down
hulls of green pecans

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indecisive clouds
wind picking flower petals
to rain or not to rain ...

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mid-autumn raindrops
scattering the sidewalk crowd
the beggar grumbles

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disabled beggar
before I could decide
I had walked past him

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today, the pink rose
heaves my heart the heaviest
half a lifetime gone

*There is a rose garden on the UCI campus that I walk pass occasionally. I usually slow down a bit when I walk by it and take several deep breaths when the flowers are in full bloom. Their fragrance and brightness reminds me how brief a person's "peak" in life can be.

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picking up a brush
he dips the tip in black ink
drooping autumn leaves

*A poem inspired by Lu Chi's (c.a. 200AD) "Art of Writing".

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quivering shadows
from a flickering candle
how swift the days pass ...
 

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belabored breathing
will I ever catch up with
the rest of the world?

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