Lonely mountaintops
point to the
lonelier stars

Playful barefeet
poke prod probe
rolling seas of sand

Fragile flowers
whisper frantically
in April showers

Tiny tan fox:
giant ears hover
over charming grin

Olive trees
collectively waving
at lonely sun

Blinding lake
sends birds crashing
thru its surface

Happy sun
Eskimo-kisses
diving penguins

Summer trees
shake with laughter
at inside jokes

Silent shepherd
leading flocks of
grazing baaaaas

Ancient gray mud
long-cracked under
brutal sun

Granadino grenadine ears
and sprinting nose
in shivering dark

Spanish cat stares
at street wondering
"what´s the rush?"

Dark table vino
warms blood in
black brisky night

Sweet Spanish strings
shimmeringly strummed
spring Spanish streets

11/23/2009

Author's Note: Sorry, not a sex poem: American Haiku in Moroccan sand and Spanish fall, written in a quiet bedroom afternoon. 11/7/09.

Posted on 11/23/2009
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