prairie town
rusted rails lead us
into sunrise
this guitar
handed down to me
still bears
the fingerprints of songs
I know by heart
I ramble
along whin-covered cliffs
s e a r c h i n g
for the perfect stone
to add to your cairn
Note: This issue also contains the results and commentaries for the 2019 British Haiku Society Awards, which may be accessed under The British Haiku Society tag on this blog. I was thrilled to receive four awards in the annual tanka contest! My thanks to judges an'ya and Gregory Longenecker.
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