Malik

        The last ears to hear
        What the elders had to say
        Sing the blues at dawn.

        Let my love cascade
        Down the waterfall gently
        So your tears stay fresh.

        This season of death
        Comes in trios singing praise
        But the birds don't hear.

        Dinosaurs dancing
        under Alabama skies
        delight shooting stars.

These haiku are
Copyright © 2001
by Malik.

E-Mail: cmalikbrowne@aol.com

About the Poet -- Malik is a freelance writer living in
Alabama. His poetry appears in the Spring issue of the Rockhurst
Review and Issue #3 of Curious Rooms. A new work of choreopoetry,
Real Black Men Don't Sit Crosslegged On The Floor, will be staged
this Fall. He is the recipient of a 2001 playwriting fellowship
from the Alabama State Council on the Arts.