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I passed the place four crosses mark
(I shook my head and sighed).
The flowers draped upon them live –
It was four youths that died.

The intersection is a grave
Where spirits, restless, roam
As they would do at any tomb
That keeps them from their home.

I felt one run across my mind
As I was passing through.
It was unsettled, churning foam,
And I was troubled, too.

An afternoon of frolic o’er,
Like fall when color’s passed,
The highlights of the day all gone;
The talk and laughter – last.

What happened as their curtain closed,
So they were crushed or flung?
What note was on their lips or heart,
The final song they sung?

The red eye glared; they did not see.
Was it a tale one told?
Or was it, “Would you look at that?”
Or something else fool’s gold?

Lives perch upon the precipice,
And men remain or fall
For causes of the greatest worth,
Or some not great at all.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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He drove a little roadster; red, it was.
It seemed to be a speeding lady bug.
It stood out from the cars I passed because
It was an antique model some men hug. 

He passed me by; I did not see his face.
For all I knew, a phantom at the wheel
Was sitting there, a specter in that space.
But only later, shiver did I feel. 

For, afterward, I heard the news,
As though a single solemn church bell tolled,
That he alone (thus none else to accuse)
Had wrecked the car and now was growing cold. 

‘Twas then I shivered at the specter – Death,
Who’d perched upon the road where I had been
Short moments for that man and his last breath.
Appointment in Samarra – minutes? Ten.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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The Cupcake’s New Friend

Sir Sprinkles,
I’d like you to meet
Mr. Floor.

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An A-wreck-nid

Did driver,
To spin glassy web,
Use his head?

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It’s Up 2 You

World’s a mess?
No good people left?
You B 1.

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Cupcake – photo by Michael Lorenzo at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mlCu9le/cupcake

Wreck – photo by David Ritter at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhhLqik/Broken+Window

Up 2 You – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mQQ9dkG/Be+One

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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