Stoplight Haiku

the tiny giant
past: no other thing can be
so far and close at once

blue heaps of mountain
in the distant sky; down here,
steam from the pavement.

if Starbucks is god
who then will be the devil?
some worlds have neither

map

on the side of a truck,
a cartoon recycling bin
with a smiling face

like birds made of sleep,
my thoughts, startled, fly away-
chased by memories.

craven and awake,
climbing parkway on a bike;
sometimes cars are girls.