Haiku
edited by Kala Ramesh
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an attacking goose
drives an owl into retreat
election day
Christmas lights
still up in February:
small mercy in a hard year
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almost sunset a parasailer with a rainbow
ash-throated flycatcher the pale-yellow hitch in its song
eyebrow piercing the hushed whispers of strangers
five-decade rosary each morning blackbird a prayer
her sparring gloves
the sudden pop
of a pink peony
how the light catches leaves song sparrow song
poems on the cover a stamped heart
shifting dunes
no need to pedal
with a tailwind
train station goodbye the pain between them
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children's laughter—
the woodpecker spirals
up the pine tree
she tells me the truth—
every night the moon
a little further away
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full clothesline
in the summer wind
a few pins let go
trees reaching over the trail echoes of boyhood
abandoned state road
wide open—
wild blackberries
train tracks
rusting
into summer’s horizon
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cicada moon
time comes to
a standstill
full house
you never know
when he's bluffing
rabbit fur
on a barbwire fence
morning frost
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rhubarb crowns -
a dessert
fit for kings
sunshine
in the toddler’s hand
a daffodil
fields of stubble -
after harvest
I recall dad’s hugs
floating candle
in the bowl
a new moon
knowledge ravaged
by dementia
empty bookshelves
refugee
in a bulging rucksack
her angora rabbit
rotting teeth
a row of condemned
tombstones
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funeral over the song of a woodlark
earth tremor
a fallen
toy soldier
a row of dolls
in the shop window
twilight chill
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morning prayer
a mantis clings
to my finger
refugee trail
long after humans
scent of wild garlic
spring morning
my bible
without a bookmark
linden path
the lightness
of my father's urn
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three girls
point in three directions
amusement park
never knowing
which path she’ll follow
sledding
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measuring himself
against the cornstalk
harvest moon
the deer
now buried in snow
dried petunia
hayride. . .
my sputting tractor
filled with laughter
spring chill
from deep in the night
my guinneafowl’s call
first mow—
a bead of sweat rolls
down the grass
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hole in the clouds
maybe something other than
missiles
cattail fluff
the trout on the stringer
gives a lazy tail flick
all the light
the treetops gather
giant wake-robin
trying to get
a handle on things
the knob of a fig
kangaroo paw
the urge to hug
myself
morning glory
the ellipsis
in every seedpod
earth in the soup
even the Vaseline
is liquid
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morning sun
a blue heron lifts
one leg
sound of the train…
waves ripple
across the pond