Ghetto Haiku Suite #1

Fall

Pop! Pop! Pop! Scream! Screech!

Dead leaves fall in slow motion

Like mama’s sons…and tears.


Winter

Bus ride; rain-slick streets

Hopes lie in cross-town classrooms;

Separate worlds collide.


Spring

Purple blossom-drops

Lightly land on lazy lovers—

Brown on brown in green grass.


Summer

Ghetto bird flies by

Spotlight shines on drunk dancers—

Midnight barbecue.


MIKO