Haiku of the Day ~ We pull into camp

     
We pull into camp 
  as the sun begins its descent
     behind the mountains. 
   

Haiku of the Day ~ (We pull to the side)

   
(We pull to the side)
Feeding the radiator
    the ice chest water.
    

Haiku of the Day ~ At the Tastee-Freez

     
At the Tastee-Freez 
    we loiter on the benches 
         with melting ice-cream.
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Guarding the highway

    
Guarding the highway
    under the piercing sunlight 
        a lone Yucca waits...
   

Tanka of the Day ~ As the sun raises

   
As the sun raises 
        we descend from the mountain
    (passing  a Semi).
            At the junction we veer left, 
                north across the Mojave. 
   
  

Haiku of the Day ~ Thirsty I search through

 
Thirsty I search through 
        the tin cans in the ice chest.
    (Where is the church key?) 

 
   

Haiku of the Day ~ With both windows down.

 
With both windows down.
      Hot desert wind in my face.
(two forty air con.)
 
  

Haiku of the Day ~ Summer comes early

 
Summer comes early
        (lonely, arid, wild, and bare)
    to the high desert.
 
     

Haiku of the Day ~ In my face, cool air.

     
In my face, cool air.
        We turn left out of Bishop.
    (the highway ascends)
   
        

Haiku of the Day ~ High Desert Haiku

High Desert Haiku

As the city sleeps

We pull out of the driveway

with headlights on.

Aroma of sage

makes its way through the wind-wing,

(the desert greets us).

Along the highway

(in the distance, bare mountains)

a rusty wire fence.

We eat lunch.

Sitting in the shade

of the truck.

In my face and nose

the hot wind off the asphalt.

Route Three-Ninety-Five.

Nauseous from the heat

they bought me a Bubble Up

to sip in the truck.

We forsake Lone Pine

for the black asphalt ribbon.

Big Pine awaits us.

We found Manzanar,

before the first Pilgrimage,

abandoned and dry.

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This is a work in progress.