contemporary haiku since 1994
March 31, 2024 § Leave a comment
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our willow
wrecked but only
from the west
Easter
the hardware store open
but not for long
we have to
go we’re
out of salt
boiled over oats
leave
a sweet scent
deeper
in the book
the blossoms change
March 30, 2024 § Leave a comment
sleeping in a box
next to the goats
our missing chicken
just in case
I water
the rocks
the goat can’t
seem to keep away
from the new red hose
how mild it is
the aggressive call
of the dove
left on the fender
peach blossoms
knocked loose
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