Misc. Haiku 21-25

Shy but rugged stars
Have hiked the hills
But never walk the streets

I could spend all night
Viewing the moon and writing.
Or I could sleep-dream

The cop who stops to weep
On the shoulder of the road
Slows a thousand speeders

Caught on the tracks
After tagging a train car.
Second coat still wet

When a cry for help
Is hard on your health.
Saxophone doth wail, wail

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