City of Water, and Wild Places

Collected Haiku

 

City of Water

City boys running

Hard streets are streams of concrete

Hot tar, cool water

 

Minneapolis

Resting on the plains

Astraddle the river’s banks

Flowing, from the sky

 

Family

Root, shoot and blossom

Dig deep, push, reach for the wind

Drink from the black earth

 

The Chain of Lakes

Cedar, Kenilworth

Isles, Calhoun, Harriet; flow

The path of glaciers

 

Childhood Homes

A place to lay down

I keep my books, blanket, bed

Head on my pillow

 

Transitional Homes

Basement rooms, attics

Living in construction zones

Homes of becoming

 

Liminal Homes

Rooms that were not mine

A couch to sleep on, roaches

Moving all the time

 

Adult Homes

Shelter, organize

Give something to the good world

Planted flowers bloom

 

Elementary Schools

School, turned inside out

Piles of brick, dust…flowers plucked

Fish out of water

 

Middle Schools

Watch alien run

Hide in the lonesome shadows

Dream the days away

 

Skipping School

Quiet corridors

Cool, pale marble, dark granite

Walking into myth

 

High Schools

Day dreams of night life

Hours slip past, girls smile…flashing

Freedom in their lips

 

Drop Out

Nineteen eighty-five

Sixteen with snow in April

Sun filled day and cold

 

Adult Education

Open book work-sheets

Measure minutes as learning

Copied from the key

 

Aquatennial

Water, wind, and waves

Celebrate, walk the parade

Liquid summer, play

 

Parks

A place to escape

Swing, fly, gliding across ice

Tell stories in sand

 

Lake Street

The strip, straight and wide

Pool hall hustlers, dealers, vice

Twenty-one bus ride

 

The Tracks

Trains run…kids balance

Skip along the iron rails

Arms outstretched like wings

 

Downtown

Stink in the alleys

Seeps from concrete corridors

Beneath the skyway

 

Uptown

The lighted marquee

Under, the flashing tower

Smoke, drink and laughter

 

Pools and Fountains

No wading? No! Dance!

Light play ‘cross cool water, waves

Splash in sculptured pools

 

Forests

Deer roam the city

Quiet hooves on hidden paths

Where there is no hunt

 

Longfellow

Pedal far, ride fast

Bound only by water, East

Push into starlight

 

Mississippi

Saint Anthony’s step

East meets West; sky, and river

Fall into the plains

 

Lakewood

Dance between stones, run

Through the night with heroes, ghosts

Tears water the grave

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