heat mirage
the balked landing
of a waterhen
souvenirs . . .
the memories I thought
she'd forgotten
scented drifts
of cottonwood fluff
line every street . . .
he might not make it
through the winter
I was delighted to discover that the following haiku was shortlisted for the Best-of-Issue Award in Presence 63:
star-nosed mole
we search for light
in dark places
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