ten years of childhood
no, make that eight
lived over again for eighty

grass in the park
brand new sod
reborn in midtown

my bicycle lock
city fashion
accessory to crime

how many horns
honk broadway thru its day?
I only hear the first thousand

baglady bundles on her
two wheeled cart
my pockets are empty for her

dead leaf lands
on my notebook
as i wait to turn the page

cold hands write slow
as the mind clears
and the heart pounds

like a city window at eleven
old flame flickers and goes dark
she has forgotten me

two more haiku
and I can return
to my corral

autumn again?
my mind slows
as the world spins faster