Driving to Tulsa nearly two times a week makes me go crazy and because I get tired of talking to myself, I tried to do something different. I make poems while driving! So technically they are not all haiku, but oh well...
On the Road to TulsaThe descending bird;
its shadow passing,
through the slumbering grass.
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That single glance;
the limbs of a tree,
waived beneath the cloud
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Lost droplets of rain,
washing from my car;
a misty screen.
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Now a fast-dimming horizon,
the clouds bequeathing,
an ascending moon.
