New Year
Cardinals fly up
from the edge of the near
field, another
year’s luck.
The haiku poet gives
us a morning gift:
Starry night:
she squeezes in between
her husband and her ex
A road, a fence, a field.
A table on which a book
lies open: History
of the Great American
Fortunes by Gustavus Myers.
A glimpse out the window
of gray and white
cat. I open the door
and in it comes.
This is the first day,
unlike any other.
--Halvard Johnson, NYC, 1/1/05
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