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Our waitress admits
the town has its share of ghosts.
We sleep with lights on.

Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.

Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.

Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.

Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.

Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.

Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.

Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.

In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.

Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.

‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.

What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?

for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“

I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.

Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.