contemporary haiku since 1994
May 10, 2026 § Leave a comment
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slow yellow
lilies after
all
they can count
real high but they
don’t know what it means
birds that have
cities believe they
will prevail
shriveled up
irises are making
no fruit
the cook
sits alone
at the table
I invite her
ghost then think
better of it
clefts in
the sharp hills
hold their green
truck stop
where his car
came to quit
the cousins that
hug you and
the ones that don’t
fringed all around
a fir with new
pale growth
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