Michael Ceraolo

Cleveland Haiku

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Sudden weather change-
yesterday's rain puddle
today's tiny ice rink

246

November sky-
the sun's face is laughing
as we shiver in the cold

247

Beautiful subterfuge-
holiday lights hiding
the rust on the bridges

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Amnesia-
the first flurries fall,
people forget again how to drive

Michael Ceraolo is a fortysomething civil servant/poet trying to overcome a middle class upbringing. A book of his Cleveland haiku is available from Green Panda Press. email: M.Ceraolo