Harlem Haiku

Three spotlights skitter
across a mist-laden sky
off selling something

outside my window
an owl call cuts through the dark
we talk about shit

Moon-bright flecks of light
drawn on scurrying current
toward dark waterfall

Damn my misplaced faith
I had the key to all things
and then I lost it

Uneven warble
bird song breaking out at dawn
I couldn’t name it

Animals squabble
who can point to proper blame
out my dark window?

Brief, compacted wind
sweeps through the stuttering trees
but does not touch me