Non-Erotic PoetryHAIKU FROM LAST SPRINGfrosty red tulips
volunteer in the next yard:
soon they will blossom
Gulliver's Travels
pleased me in a coffeehouse
that's gone but not here
coffee girl's blonde hair
accented her full cleavage:
her voice like Mozart
below my quiet house
streets roar like metal tigers:
can't trust each driver
dreamt I feasted on
Skittles with Lennon and smiled,
but not all that long
one country sunset
a horned owl turned his head set
against a red sky
once dodged a semi
on a winding mountain road:
am ambivalent
by the nursing home
stand vibrant oaks, and ravens
croak to live dead ears
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