contemporary haiku since 1994
May 30, 2026 § Leave a comment
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a few more creaks
from the house after
the train has gone
the willow only
blocks so much
full moon
cool air in
the early summer
soothes the frogs
blown in the light
rain grass seeds
stick everywhere
you did after
all take it
from a witch
slowed by the grass
seed in the grass
the hens
the last thing
she says make sure
you get bricks
we mistake
the mildew
for dust
the smell of
rain at odds
with your thinking
dew on
the clover blue
in the evening
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