contemporary haiku since 1994
July 18, 2025 § Leave a comment
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cicada
the sheriffs
decide to leave
like bronze
and glass
poked at
it doesn’t budge
resonating through
the metal pole
lines of the hazy
ridge line sharp where
the sun hits them
July 16, 2025 § Leave a comment
the scrub jay
waits at the end
of the driveway
too hot
to get
the eggs
trash cans
gleam orange
in the dull haze
rings around
the evaporating
pool
edges of
the tennis net
crusted green
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