Eight Haiku

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by Frederick Smith

Single story homes,
Bright orange-red trees of autumn
American dream

Lump growing larger
Waiting in the car outside
I am so afraid

Electronic Light
Images of you and I
Passion without touch

Five minutes more now,
Brown leaves and peaceful feelings
Time passes quickly

Gold Penny Cadillac
Good morning, nice to see you
Chance brings diversion

Black Ink on paper
Thoughts exploding from my mind
Still time moves on

List in my pocket
Finishing a cigarette
Still afraid to know

Time to go inside
Hand scribbling words to calm me
No turning away

Frederick Smith, fifty-eight, is a poet and writer in Peoria, Illinois. His poems reflect life experiences and memories.

December 2010