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picking
····raspberries—the lovers’ lips the same shade
········of red
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····raspberries—the lovers’ lips the same shade
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July 27th 2017
Tag Archives: Haiku
July 26th 2017
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lit
····by the moon—the wolf spider’s dark
········corner
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····by the moon—the wolf spider’s dark
········corner
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July 25th 2017
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where
····the road used to go—the water
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····the road used to go—the water
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July 24th 2017
afloat
····in a wheelbarrow—stars after a midsummer’s
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July 23rd 2017
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hiding
····from the sun—the moth on a light
········bulb
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····from the sun—the moth on a light
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July 22nd 2017
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cool
····as the morning’s moon—the gleaming
········snake
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····as the morning’s moon—the gleaming
········snake
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July 21st 2017
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crying
····over a blackberry’s thorn—a little girl’s purple
········fingers
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····over a blackberry’s thorn—a little girl’s purple
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July 20th 2017
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heat-
····lightning—the color of ink before falling
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····lightning—the color of ink before falling
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July 19th 2017
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mid
···July’s moon—the road home like
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···July’s moon—the road home like
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I picked up my daughter, home from France, at midnight; and so I write this at 1 in the morning—my 200th haiku. I know I’ve written this before, but only seems a couple nights ago I decided to write another year’s worth. Yet here I sit, more than half way through another year. In another three weeks the first leaves will being turning, just hints of autumn at first, soon tumbling into leaf-strewn winds.
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July 18th 2017
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sunset—
····the parsnip’s shadow as long as the boom
········truck’s
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····the parsnip’s shadow as long as the boom
········truck’s
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A bridge crew has come by and will be closing down our road. The grass will have a chance to grow in the cracks and there will be no wind but the wind. Will be nice for the month-long stretch of quiet.
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