wash the days away (1986)

like a record needle @269rpms
the notes wash the days away like a sip
of tea or the blink of a squirrel

lawns of yawns surround the library
winds blow thru the brick
turning book pages into dinosaurs

how much time 
is wasted programming people
when love lasts but a ripple?

picking out a tombstone playing on
a trombone music mosaic myth
grave dirt soft

time is a threat we hold
in our throats, sour
milk. why surrender?
why be haiku?



1986 Lawrence, Ks