Haiku Collection #4

Cedars like statues
Basking in the sun, away
From these ambitions

Swords of light dart through
Pines. Squirrels hoist lost morsels.
Coffee and sea air.

Boiled cotton heat
But hands sweat for what’s to come
As a rare white man

Humid shore sprawling.
Free my way by Ian Brown
Lifts me into life

Center of the storm
It seems, this growing city
Where rich men are free

Breeze on the corniche
Stirred by Arab Ferraris.
Is this the future?

Twenty dollar drink
Goes slow in a place where the
Goal is luxury