contemporary haiku since 1994
April 6, 2024 § Leave a comment
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the fly leaves the plate
tiny bits of butter
on its feet
when I awake
if there isn’t a list
I write one
the cat keeps
the sadness away
you have gone
to sleep
I have to check
which house I’m in
I wonder about
the crepe myrtle
April 5, 2024 § Leave a comment
refilling the wiper fluid
she gives you
a second kiss
last light of dusk
the rain turns
green
sleep
a bridge with
holes
in the shower
you realize moths
were in your hair
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