cool autumn morning...
mist rises from the river
a ribbon of light
train cars sway gently
there’s no hurry to arrive
…the leaves are fallen
jagged iron-red teeth—
tourists slip in and out
of this hungry place
squat castle towers
rising from the desert floor
...government project?
this mobile poet
counts syllables on fingers
...new highway haiku
River of asphalt ...
Dynamite carved this canyon
Trucks ride the rapids
shattered stone tables
manage to grip the hillside
...the low sun beams warmth
such a tiny creek
has carved this rugged canyon
...snow dusted fir trees
tufts of golden hair
sprout from the highway's shoulder
...80 miles an hour