New Year

Cardinals fly up
from the edge of the near
field, another
year's luck.

The haiku poet gives
us a morning gift:

Starry night:
she squeezes in between
her husband and her ex

A road, a fence, a field.

A table on which a book
lies open: History
of the Great American
Fortunes by Gustavus Myers.

A glimpse out the window
of gray and white
cat. I open the door
and in it comes.

This is the first day,
unlike any other.


--Halvard Johnson