Tag: haiku

River Boy

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River dog, rock paws Lapping currents going by Nosing left fish bones

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After

Posted on January 21, 2021 by

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Is hugging a child Like riding a bike, sailing wild down a steep hill

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New Fruit

Posted on June 7, 2020 by

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Today’s tiny gift Blood orange is a real thing I cut one in half

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Corona Window

Posted on April 28, 2020 by

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Waving curtains, rain On the sill, snow outside, frost Icing the panes, people

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Life Today

Posted on March 31, 2020 by

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Fever, sore throat, yes, no World still spinning no worry The dog ate my pants

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Sharing a Cell

Posted on March 23, 2020 by

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All I can say is Thank God, after all these years, We still get along

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Cayenne

Posted on February 12, 2020 by

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Both hands hold the bowl Over-peppered soup swallowed whole Snow paints the window

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Over There

Posted on February 3, 2020 by

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Do people caucus In the Caucasus’ cold night Or watch the fire burn

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Locks

Posted on January 29, 2020 by

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I had long hair once In love with the idea I was, then, not now

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Old Float

Posted on January 13, 2020 by

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Black tractor tire tube Float little in her pond, gone Without the picture

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