"La via del tren es peligrosa. No salga afuera."

1.
Spring is a street name
where concrete flowers blossom
and birdsong is steel.

2.
Spring bundles the night
in bridges' iron cables:
City held hostage.

3.
Lyrical staircase,
destination breeds romance:
rude train whistle blares.

4.
Rails shoot into caves;
manmade darknesses swallow
long snakes of boxed light.

5.
Thighs: a field aflame.
Heart: corn, ready to be husked.
Hands: mend the ruins.

6.
Not a haiku

Dust. Rocks. My heart lies here,
passing, waiting for the rain of your voice.

7.
Also not a haiku

March heralds snatch spring back
to their breasts, dangle one more
death, before bruising me with
an assault of sprout and green.

8.
A warning I like the sound of

La via del tren es peligrosa. No salga afuera.
Train tracks are dangerous. Do not get out.