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Clement Hoyt's Haiku

While the guests order,
the table cloth hides his hands—
counting his money.

Down from the bridge rail,
floating from under the bridge,
strangers exchange stares.

In that empty house,
with broken windows rattling,
a door slams and slams.

Leaves moil in the yard,
reveal an eyeless doll's head...
slowly conceal it.

In that lightning flash—
through the night rain—I saw it!
…whatever it was.

A Hallowe'en mask,
floating face up in the ditch,
slowly shakes its head.

Hair, in my comb's teeth,
the color of autumn wind—
this whole day is gray.