contemporary haiku since 1994
February 8, 2026 § Leave a comment
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the breeze weaving
through the rain
too clean for this world
somehow teasing
your threadbare
T-shirt
mud tracked
from the grave
resists the broom
we lack
the equipment
to go deeper
they came
with the dawn
daffodil buds
February 7, 2026 § Leave a comment
after the funeral
just enough rain
to make a sound
let tbe grave dirt
cling to your pants
a bit longer
funeral
the shovel
a tiller
February 7, 2026 § 1 Comment
in the same boat
the dog the cat
and the chicken
circle of shopping
carts smoke from
the center
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