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Yesterday, I asked for haiku about fireworks as my family sat and waiting for a show in our town. The poems shared were so good, I would like to highlight them! “Hi Gene, I wrote this on July 5 and … Continue reading
seagull against the widening gray slowing down
One bloom climbing the rotted walking cane * Thin man, thin cane; long shadow * walking cane in dry grass leaving the present where it is * The stones in my mind are quiet and smooth.
cupped hands and running: the light of the house the jar waiting
lit up on the blue beach a deserted Ferris wheel
the appearance of shells empty & full the woman on the beach
Seen in plain daylight the firefly’s nothing but an insect — Basho