Old Man On A Balcony

Views Of Monterey Bay

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Haiku
Dogen saw thousands
of miracles each morning
I see a dozen
The number of birds-And of different bird songs-Midwinter Mozart
Minor Mystery Southern Pacific
train goes by an hour before
its usual time
Brother Raven, you
ain't no song-bird. You wusser
than the kiss of death
Fractal Miracle The lines of the beach,
the bay and the lowest cloud
All seem parallel!
Two For Bishop Berkeley Clouds (visible) float
above hills (invisible);
Are the hills still there
At this hour of night
I see more dolphins than at
Any other time.
Biggest damned raven
I ever saw flies howling
caw caw caw Lord Lord
A moon in the sky
After sunrise [a rare sight];
Seen it before, but -A squiggly fractal-the line of Monterrey's hills-floats above the fog
The cat licks its paws
I watch, three floors above it
Looks up straight at me
Gay flamingo sings
The sun rises and the world
Is ablaze with Dawn
Weep, weep! cries a bird
Lost somewhere in fog and mist.
Sunrise with no sun.
Fire on the mountain
No, the deer are still, tranquil

It must be sunlight
The orange cloudbank
One bright touch in the grey sky
Above a grey bay
Dolphins in the bay
Playing, sporting, having fun-World without money!
The weather bureau
predicted a sunny day
All I see is fog
After the fog lifts,
A naked beauty blue sky
With buttermilk clouds
Bay ablaze with light-Tin-flash; silver; clear as gin-After weeks of fog!
Flock of gulls appears
And suddenly -- disappears
Going God-knows-where...
White on white bay lost,
Mountains lost, bleached into white
A clean-cotton mist
Pre-dawn, silence, then -Out of unpulsating dark
An unknown bird chirps.
Bay like blackboard grey
Monterrey lost in white fog
Shortest day draws nigh
While I slept they came
Two unexpected flowers
Sprouting on the vine.
Grey and pastel pink -A water-color painting -This light before dawn.
Midnight Haiku Mottled blueblack sky.
A sudden moon -- briefly! Then
Blueblack mottled sky...
Midnight Haiku #2 Black darkness only
I see nothing but I hear
Rain and wind and waves
Midnight Haiku #3 Dancing in the bay-Dolphins again No, better
Reflected moonlight.
Gray sky and gray bay
No division between them

A dead dreary dawn

Misty mountain tops
Floating on nothing, it seems..
Empty space is full!
Midnight Haiku #4
Dark, dark no waves splash,
no barking dogs, no wind. Just
the sound of no sound
No blue just white-grey,
Like dirty ice, the bay sneaks
Out from under fog.
Sweet! Sweet! sings a bird-Old Ez in Virginia
Heard one cry Tulip!
The stone Buddha sits
Still as the Eiger silent...
The waves crash and splash
Lights across the bay
White jewels scattered, shattered
In a deep black box
Purple, vermilion
Each part of the bay glitters
And none is just blue
Chirp Churp Oot Cheep! Oot!
Birds unseen, bickering --Sweep -Above, on the roof.
I see just one tree
The bay is invisible
Fog, fog, endless fog
Some waves cry Terror!
Hitting the beach like boulders
Dark night darker thoughts.
Botticelli sky
No fog, no Chinese touches-A Rennaisance day
All is cloaked in fog
The world seems empty, until -Far off, a gull shrieks.
Federal Crime Clear blue bay at sunset
And I am stoned and placid-Free of grief, almost.
New bud on the vine
But three thousand miles due East
Wall Street still smoulders.

Calm and quiet here

No anthrax or mad bombers...
Yet. But tomorrow
ESCAPE FROM CNN:
No fakes or deceits
Bay, clouds, birds, trees All
Doing what they do.