American Haiku

Early morning yellow flowers,

thinking about

the drunkards of Mexico.

No telegram today

only more leaves

fell.

Nightfall,

boy smashing dandelions

with a stick.

Holding up my

purring cat to the moon

I sighed.

Drunk as a hoot owl,

writing letters

by thunderstorm.

Empty baseball field

a robin

hops along the bench.

All day long

wearing a hat

that wasn't on my head.

Crossing the football field

coming home from work -

the lonely businessman.

After the shower

among the drenched roses

the bird thrashing in the bath.

Snap your finger

stop the world -

rain falls harder.

Nightfall,

too dark to read the page

too cold.

Following each other

my cats stop

when it thunders.

Wash hung out

by moonlight

Friday night in May.

The bottoms of my shoes

are clean

from walking in the rain.

Glow worm

sleeping on this flower -

your light's on.

Jack Kerouac

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