contemporary haiku since 1994
May 31, 2026 § Leave a comment
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three sparrows
poke at a barking
crow
we take our
separate ways
to the chickens
poppies
yellow when
they first arrive
last day of May
too many things
expire
after the rain
we sweat
indoors
the spirits sound
like they’re
on strike
hens and cats
their separate paths
through the grass
new slender
fronds droop
from the conifer
May 30, 2026 § Leave a comment
a few more creaks
from the house after
the train has gone
the willow only
blocks so much
full moon
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