Heed not Steve

Canyon Club

“Hi!” he yells over the music. “My name’s Tom. What’s yours?”

“Echo!”

“Echo?”

“Echo.” She nods.

“Echo…nice to meet you!”

They shake hands.

The music plays on.

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© Steve Mitchell 2019

International Haiku Poetry Day

these haiku clouds –
do I get a nickel
or what?

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2019

Sounds Like Dollar Signs

dragging the walls
lifting the roof – he never
gets used to the wind

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2019

Tail Light Blood Red

lo

up

ahead

in

the black

early

dark

rolling

down

the road

a

crucified biker

hanging

from

handlebars

feet

in

the

wind

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2019

All Fluff

he blows
on his cat –
dandelion seed

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2019

Clang Clang

morning moon –
a light rail train glides by its
bells pre-recorded

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2019

Best To Do In-Store Pick Up

If you’re ever home alone, late at night, and you hear a knock at the front door, pause a moment.

Sure, whoever has knocked might announce themselves, “Greetings Sir or Madam. I am the BasinBot 2000 you recently purchased. Behold the future of bathroom technology.”

But you don’t really know who it is.

It could be anybody.

It could be an imposter!

Let that sink in.

Or, wait.

Ahh.

Well. You know.

Crane Fly

this warm night –
up high on the wall
some kind of bug

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© Steve Mitchell 2019

Who’s That Singing?

warm days
he points at the wind
spring days

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© Steve Mitchell 2019

And Outside The Birds Ain’t Even Yet Awake

early at our door
the cat
asking questions

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© Steve Mitchell 2019