Haiku (6-10)

6
beaming Houston glows
a soliloquy of sun,
the plate glass windows













7
man on patch of green,
layered concrete carpark stacks'
slant angles looming













8
leave and don't come back
from this day forth, I mean it,
mother to fledgling













9
excrement on shoes,
even once great cities fall,
their windsock whimseys













10
try to kill not wound
undetected, silently,
the hunter's secret