Haiku from the mall / 1 - 9



Christmas in July
but amid the twinkling lights
the usual throngs


Rhaphis palms flutter
in the fountain’s drafty rush
It’s cool as a cave


While his mother shops
the child in the red stroller
calmly picks his nose


Three teen-age girls laugh
The boys in Wendy’s take it
as a compliment


Snatches of music
lurking in ubiquitous
‘cellos: Manilow


The aged couple
holding hands on the oak bench
filled with burning grace


A wren has slipped in
and swoops down to the fountain
she’s afraid to land


A Wiemaramer
sleeps in the pet shop window
I think of Snow White


She shuts the car door
and leaves dangling outside
a swatch of green skirt




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