Haiku
edited by Kala Ramesh
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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
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unplugged—
I walk into the forest
without a sound
family game night
the lantern’s hum
gathering moths
distant thunder …
lifetimes echo
in the oak tree
darkness in the old Redwood voices
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rising sun
the translucent chest
of the tiny frog
bombing Ukraine
I read the blogs
about doomsday
amid the blizzard
how to identify
a birch tree
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two Japanese beetles
in the morning glory
wedding lace
pampas painting September sunset
journey northward
one roadside weed
replaces another
forced tulips
the teen deletes
his browser history
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petticoat blue panties
wedged in a rock
– underwater blues
bedroom wallpaper
– an odd fly
against the pattern
hanging flower basket
unable to hide
decaying townhouse
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first snowflakes
the intermittent glints
of diving ducks
bones in the snow . . .
a raven tugs
on a wolf's tail
a sapsucker tattoos
the gnarled apple trunk . . .
rites of spring
thunder without rain
sometimes the gods
visit in disguise
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sea breeze
when even the moon
tastes of salt
moonless night
I hold on to the comfort
of one dream
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highway rain ...
an autorickshaw
chugs along
autumn dusk
a luxury car leaves
the old-age home
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the gray pigeon
catches my eye
winter deepens
dogs circle
knots of people
winter dusk
the good old dog days
burning leaves of grass
with a magnifying glass
meeting
an old friend
change of season
first date
a small bird lands
on the park bench
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New neighborhood -
the young mother
walks her puppy again
Brewing bitter herbs
more killings
on the morning news
At Mother’s grave
black umbrellas
and a red wool coat