contemporary haiku since 1994
August 29, 2026 § Leave a comment
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it’s toast
it’s
political
the peaches
are gone our
neighbors argue
old photo album
I show up
in your life
these clouds
so rich and gray
come too early
where the cinder block
juts from the blackberries
a cat sits
that lead
in your veins comes
from the future
on the blue plate
almonds curing
for weeks
most of what
we say winds up
in the spider webs
like Meatyard
without the children
in masks
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