IX Haiku   night pulling over in a small town everyone has his door     mountaintops distant views never making the news     centuries separate centuries museum guards check our laughter     crossing sunny streets a few days where Rome was built     New Year’s day outliving last year’s days for our world to end     under scattered clouds miles from land the dead weight of history     more leaves fall hiding the fallen tourist signs in more than one language     where her skipping stone sinks the latest news not changing our…